“I don’t want a croissant from Starbucks; I want it from Pierre’s,”

I’ve always known she senses truths so much more naturally than I, a being still bound up in words

The purse vanished from the face of the Earth

Volt drivers tend to get a little nuts about their cars

Stormy Saturday passes, Palm Sunday arrives

Reading over the familiar poem recently — while wrangling with a question of neighbors and fences myself — I was surprised to find myself quite touched

Arriving home to a house smelling of pig pee, smoke, and melted plastic, I began to understand

The lowly raised up and the mighty fallen

I guess when you already live in Fantasyland, it’s hard to be shocked by the price of cotton candy