Widow
The few words at the top of a page that jabs like a jagged fingernail, despised by those who arrange words into neat columns …
Gone
Two months after, she realized that she could not envision his eyes — smoky brown, heavily lashed — searching for her.
Seaworthy
We sailed out further than I ever imagined and turned to look back, gauge the distance, watch the changing sky.
The more the merrier
The day we gathered to remember you, fires rampaged across our state as the diablo winds whipped October and stories circled like whirling leaves