Sowing
A seed is an escape pod. A plant egg detaches from its mother from the start, Jody says as she…
Nanay Is Mother
Behind the books on her shelves she finds the artifacts of their girlhood, all of them fuzzed with dust: pocket-sized…
Nurturing
Protection Erik is raising three chicks in his backyard. Erik is always telling us how he’ll have fresh eggs once…
And Even Still the Rivers
1 Remember when the river ran just beyond our door, when rains replenished this ribbon unfurled blue and raspberries ripened…
Receivers
Thursday nights, half the country gathered in their living rooms to watch Chad Dylan Scott shake blonde hair out of…
The Big Dipper
The pool was four feet deep, and we bought it at Target half off. You could float on your back…
User Profile for the Recently Bereaved
I’m looking for the way it feels to stand behind doors sliding shut on a train to Ikebukuro and you…
Lost Centuries
Yonder Years Ago So down a synapse they tunneled, carried past sensation burdens: memory waves chute-oscillated, irrigated crevices and canals…
Grown-Ups Also Lie: Three Micros
Punch Me he tells his son. It’s okay. You need to learn. Tenderly, the father kneels, and the boy makes…
And This One is Full of Rain
The birds only come once a year. Always on my birthday, just as I’m blowing my age into candle smoke…
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