When We’re Empty Of What We Are Designed To Hold
One Sunday morning, I wake up to discover that both of my daughters have turned into birds. The younger—a tow-headed…
Adrift
It was the year the flood washed a parade of homes downriver. They called it a rain bomb. Kate’s home…
Two Cops Come to the Door
Yes, I saw something. I was making my regular Friday night sauce-and-cheese sandwich. It’s like pizza on an Italian bread.…
Two Phenomena of Roughly Equal Importance
“The air on Mars—what there is of it—is leaking away,” he said. “About half a pound a second sputtering into…
Something to See
●Suit jacket and pants. White shirt. ●Brown knit tie, too narrow, too long. ●Pocket square, folded and stapled into shape.…
Golden Hour, Four Days After the Storm
Unsecured in the back seat, I stretched my legs out where my sibling usually sat next to me, preaching about…
Billy Joel’s 1989 Hit Song and The Possibility of Beauty
“The letter opener?” I said to my husband in the middle of the night. “I panicked,” he said, rolling the…
Once, Three Brothers Guided Two Moons Across the Sky
But now there are only two brothers and one moon. At the end of my seven-day shift, I hang the…
Rock Paper Scissors
Her name was on the Literature of Mathematics & Economics conference roster, attendee badge plucked from the folding table by…
The Nights I Spend Reading to a Rescue Horse Named Emmeline
Monday I am reading to Emmeline a story about a man who had no DNA. He had severe radiation damage…
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