there are three of us in the kitchen that afternoon. we boil the water and mix the cheese and hang silence in the air to dry.   the fourth is the cause. she hovers by the...

“Forever is composed of nows- ‘Tis not a different time- Except for Infiniteness- And Latitude of home.” This is the first stanza of my favorite poem which is written by Emily Dickinson. When sitting...

as i prepare for my meeting at noon, the clicking of my typewriter is met with the ticking of my old grandfather's clock. it sits across from my desk, illuminated by the office window. its...