Author: dhenning

The Leaf Cat If you stare at something long enough it assumes a life all its own.Even the wind carries a child in a rucksack.The…

Mother once told me my wakefulness tookup an entire floor—that’s why I house myself in the woods. Allthe tree knows of cover is moss. All…

When my husband caught the trapped hummingbird and freed it from the screened-in porch, his big hands, a woven bird’s nest, a few fingers opened…

I am reading a book loaned to me by a very old woman. Her hands are on the pages and they are slipping into mine;…

 Fugue                                                                                                   I wish I could tell you more about the man bent over the drawing of his daughters Sofi and Sonia, how like Saint Bartholomew…

                     Hawai’i Pacific Review, 2006   First he showed him how to hold the cleaver, where to make the best cut,…