This is Marcello,  he is mostly green,  and a little brown and yellow,  keeping him alive is tough  But I can tell, though,  He is resilient. He was a hard sell,  I didn’t want him at first, I thought if I fell  It would just be the worst,  Because everything in my garden always died….

A used-to-be-bright-yellow kite climbed inside the branches of my backyard tree,  clung like a child to its mother, and waited for me to see.  It waited and watched while I waited and wondered why my eyelids were suddenly so heavy and my pants getting harder to pull up over my belly and, if this were…

I am a big girl When they laughed me out of our childhood clubhouse because “no girls allowed,” I felt my girl rain down the sides of my face while they watched my open-tooth smile fall out of place and erased every trace of me from our secret play space. I tried and tried to…

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.