Between the By-Road and the Main Road

The New Fire Truck  I. When I think of the many ways that Rob loved his son, I am reminded of a line from Cormac McCarthy's  T...

self portrait (M.A. Reilly, 2016) I. It's the way he tucks her arm through his with such delicate care that catches my heart and ...

A room (M.A. Reilly, 2014) A nightmare wakes me. It's 5 a.m. Good Friday. In the dream which is receding even as I rush to record i...

Rob I. Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese" has been keeping me company as I make my way through the first day after Rob's...

Rob and Max These days when Rob rouses awake, he looks at me and says, "Kiss." I love this. Even though he no longer says m...