What’s Wrong with Me?
The end of the world
is not what’s wrong with me.
Old age, illness, and death
are not wrong. They just are. . . .
Trying to Find My Li’l All ’n All (Sitting on Top of the World)
A campground in Mississippi, a cold December dawn: I climbed from a sleeping bag, befuddled by the clarity of morning. Blinking into sun-glare off the steady surfaces of ponds. Stumbling across frozen, . . .
She broke all his moments in half with the kitchen door standing open.
—Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”
A Good Place to Dig
When my mother left, . . .
Invisible Star Maps
For my stepdaughter Kari Harvey (23 December 1982–10 May 2016)
We know that we have passed out of death into life.
—1 John 3:14
Wherever we go we leave a thumbprint of the soul. . . .