My Grown-up Granddaughter Asks
The Ganges at dusk?
Machu Picchu at dawn?
Dear, I am happiest
listening to Grandma
sing off-key
in the tub.
Kitchen Table, 7:13 A.M.
Instead of the front page
I look out the window.
Two hemlocks,
Japanese maple,
and a jay
have something to say.
Headlines of their own.
We are brilliant enough machines that we can sense when something is genuine. — Michael Stipe Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance. — Dave Barry Trust your instincts. And never
Next year, University of Iowa Press will publish my second novel, The Tigers of Lents, which I worked on over the course of twelve years. The Tigers of Lents unfolds a seldom seen side of Portland, Or