The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More
Tag: family
Face to Carve
A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More
Mom at the Apple Tree
Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More
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