Out Back at Sunset

Jeff Knorr The sun tails west and everything darkens in its path. I am reading about a storm in the Himalayas and listening to a little music outside. The dog has come to my feet, as if to remind me of my sins. But she gives me eyes that allow me to feel steady as… More

Splitting Up

Jeff Knorr The vases and tables, glasses and silverware weren’t the hard things to give up. Just that they left holes like the dog uprooting the backyard geraniums. It was dividing the memories that cursed us. The dinners at the patio table, the porcelain bowl I bought her as a birthday gift in Washington D.C.,… More