
Or the Highway
You can see the backdrop of my loneliness from the interstate. Today it’s an advertisement for the World’s Largest Truckstop,…
Lines Left
My dad mowed the lawn every Saturday morning—weather permitting—for seventy-two years. Vacations were scheduled around it, plans turned down, brunches…
Pulse
We walk cautiously along the trail in leaden morning light, here for the spawning salmon and for a change. That’s…
Sugar Highs & Lows
The teenagers on the subway were giddy as they downed their Starbursts, shrieking and giggling, trading yellows, reds, and oranges.…
The Touch Forecast
Your best friend, Meg, is scared for you. She wants to accompany you to the lake, but you need to…
The Uranium Bird
The uranium bird has been picking seeds from my lawn. It’s easy to tell where it’s been; it leaves behind…
The Hunt
We were in search of eggs. White ones like the moon, and some as big as newborn puppies in the…
White Trash
Your perfume suffuses the hall, assaulting me before you do. Jo Malone Waterlily. You only wear it at night, a…
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