Dust-covered and deflating, empty and waiting, the Sofa sat wanting and fading for years. He cleared space in His closet, covered up every bone, bought Her on credit, a promise of Home, and one wounded day,  She wondered how she wound up alone. she stopped being a front-room fixture the first time He flipped her,…

maybe you were just juggling fresh fruit in a farmers market. maybe you didn’t know what happens when you harvest too soon. maybe you didn’t pull me off the vine before I was ripe. Or maybe you thought it was neat the way it looked when I exploded across the kitchen floor the night you…

For a woman who always had so many words — so many witty, sincere, and important words — nothing I could say would ever really be enough. The holidays are coming, and I miss her. My grandmother, my Baa, is always going to be with me. A fire that flames out in the flicker of…

Somewhere on the other end of the telephone, home froze over.