Kel

Tag: writing

  • Those first thick gusts of spring

    We are driving out to the island the second Monday in a row for me, a Monday ago in the buoyant warm of growing moon gibbous round and all those first thick gusts of spring, and now Tom and I, a totally spontaneous date the tidewater springs and gullies high with rain the echo cacophony…

  • Small love letter of thanks

    There was a coffee shop in the hills of York County that took up the inside corner of a cluster of businesses. The buildings were grey and made to mimic old german facade, with the hardwood latticing and outlines that always make something in my soul strike. It changed hands, the corner coffee shop, and…