by Vanessa Caruso Returning. Life is never elsewhere. Lifting the laundry off the chair and becoming aware of breathing is risky: life...

by Anne Sexton There is joy in all: in the hair I brush each morning, in the Cannon towel, newly washed, that I rub my body with each...

by Vanessa Caruso I’m known. I’ve suffered the beams of God’s gaze - Their magnifying glass, at the right angle, feels like flame. Under...