On the Street, a Poet

On the way in to work this morning I ran into a poet on the street. I knew her from this past winter, when we were at a writers colony together. She asked how my writing was going since I left the colony. I said it wasn't going. And she shook her head, said Oh, … Continue reading On the Street, a Poet

There Was a Happy Time

It was quite a few years ago, in a place many blocks north of where you now live. The campus was like an enclosed city, magical. Your heart swelled while walking up or down the wide stone steps, unable to believe you were allowed to be there. The grass was green inside the stone walls, … Continue reading There Was a Happy Time