The other night, sipping wine, a cheap red, I wished someone would take me out to dinner. New flavors, new conversation. I felt like mango: maybe some kind of mango relish…And I thought but what does that entail? Afterwards I express my approval with my body. Or not. Is that what dating is? I can’tContinue reading “Spring”

I Keep Dreaming

I keep dreaming of a place. High cliffs, ocean. Water so clear you can see whales meandering, like they’re picking groceries off shelves, checking prices, reading ingredients, above tangles of seaweed, rocks and shells, smaller fish…Last night, I was on the beach, at the water’s edge. Fast-moving clouds blocked the sun. The ocean was opaque:Continue reading “I Keep Dreaming”