One Long Sting
From the time I learn how to bleed I keep a scab in the fleshy inner curve of my ear.…
the sea was there
I don’t know where Mom learned to drive. I don’t know where she learned to hold the wheel firm or…
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…
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