Think of a seashell. Don’t think of a conch. In fact, forget, for now, about univalve mollusks entirely. Think of Shell, the ...

There were dance studios and barre studios and running clubs and cryotherapy spas and local YMCA chapters and kickboxing ...

On the basketball court with the teens, I was touched by a terrifying time-suspension—an encounter immune from the numbing ...

It’s the tail end of January, the month of resolutions made and broken, gym memberships purchased and fitness classes left ...

Before the sweat, before the bench press, before the sauna, before the shower, before placing my hand around a man, inside a man, around his throat so desperate for my hand, I take off my ring. While ...

My running diary is a stack of 8 ½ x 11” papers printed with a calendar grid. The small boxes demand brevity. Cryptic penciled notes represent dates, times, distances, elevations, routes, and ...

Now she is gone. Now I encounter her body.

useless, untender absences with bronze torsos.

"Come with me, and I will show you a beautiful bed. " And St. Francis led her to a large fire.

He's the giant, I'm the bean. In this one, I am climbing. One of us wants up, up. The other, Don 't make me come down there . His the voice like cannons booming down the stalk . I, the clouds like ...

To coax pale horses from the edge of a wet, blue field.