Today the frost clings on all the branches equally like how fire clings to a log. ~ I sit here in the studio. I miss Gay, my dear friend. She’s in Berkley still, and we’ve been out of touch. We met at University of Colorado as choreography students. Our lockers were...

This morning, right after the sun, I scraped ice off windshield and drove East, past black cows, brown horses, corn and oil fields, into the small town of Mead. A huge decoration says, Peace on Earth. Deflated plastic Santa and reindeer lie on the ground. We lie on...

                                   I’ve never told anyone this before, the guest says to Terri Gross. I lean into the kitchen counter, turn up the radio. Here comes the reveal: The world class chef sometimes eats Peanut Butter & Jelly sandwiches for supper. Oh. ~ I...

At the suicide prevention training class, the teacher says; Who in this room has ever considered suicide? I raise my hand quickly. And one other person. Everyone swivels to face us.   Hasn’t everyone wondered? I say. Doesn’t the person who thinks, sometimes think, I...

  “And when it reached the open door love itself was gone.” ~ Leonard Cohen       At the tree park I can hear the high school game.  At home I can hear it. It’s night and September and I’m sweating. The crowd chants together in boosts, along with drums. ~ I carry...

After great pain, a formal feeling comes – * ~Emily Dickinson     The shock of the announcement runs through my body. I wake at three or so on alternate nights and stay awake. The other nights the book falls out of my hands and words on the page mix with dream images....

Fall 1985. Boulder. Driving down 9th street to Danelle Helander’s Friday afternoon technique class. I think I won’t be able to make it through class on the cigarette and coffee with milk I had for lunch. Eyes on road, left hand on wheel, right hand reaches to floor of...

Every meeting                                                                                                is surely a                                                                                                            separation. *   After Trungpa Rinpoche...

My father taught me how to move with wind and water. He taught me to read the direction of the wind by turning my cheek, appreciate the lines of the sail and cleats and tiller. He said, watch out, you’re luffing. Luffing is when the sail is not taught; there is...

I received a photo of Jake sleeping with a dog named Coffee, all snuggled up. Then I kept saying “yes.” Yes to everything that was asked of me. Yes, I will raise money to get them both to Colorado. Yes, I will foster Coffee until I find a home...