*inspired by the photo “Candy Cigarette” by Sally Mann* Icy blue stare and perpetual pout. Blonde hair like a mini-Brigette…

We are the flowers who remember ice. We grew beside the glacier as it drew away, groaning. Raw stone lay…

From the back porch, they swore, young parents, they had nothing to fear. The moment they’d thought they’d been waiting…

Yung-Su brings a live dove, a Eurasian Collared with dust-brown wings and a black nape, holding it in both of…

So I forget the tanks rolling over the wheat fields towards my house, and now I am on my ninth…

You carry Grandma’s finger in a velvet purse. It’s your turn. Tess doesn’t have a chance of pocketing it now…

The flock scattered across the river at the sight of him, and he watched, drooling—a bony shadow in the reeds—as…

Trigonometry was Michaela’s least favorite subject. Her teacher, Mrs. Parveen, was at the front of the room, giving trigonometric functions…

What you remember is how you had trouble believing it was Ohio, even southern Ohio, the way the river moved…

You ask me: What is the collective noun for a handful of spent cigars beneath the knotty, crooked oak in…