Sighing as I go, exhaling summer’s heat — I’m done.

"A perfect candidate for Miss Morbidity, I often wake at 4 a.m. to hear the hiss of life evaporating from the lake..."

PLEASANT BAY Because it rained all day, everyone grew sad. Those already sad grew sadder. The cupped blossoms of the wild strawberries broadcast through the fields drained as quickly as they filled, while we were filled ...

AMONG OTHERS Working alone in the house, I look to the solitary sculls passing on the river for a sense that I am among others. The geese— my dogs—convene in the yard near the water. A summer in ...