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A seventh-grade boy fires bb’s from a sling shot into the mulling crowd of students waiting for their buses. He doesn’t care who he hits, as long as he causes a vicious sting. Maybe he’s replaying a video game in his head, or...

While reading Lois Lowery’s The Giver, she describes a battle, so I stop the class to pose the question, “What war is the author describing? Bruce raises his hand, “The Revolutionary War.” I say, “No, let’s look for context...

I, too, have seen the map, scanned east to west, found borders there, and wondered if an umlaut alone can sunder us into tribes. In Kherson Oblast, over one thousand one hundred days, geese, ducks, and the rest hunted along its...

“Try out your Spanish,” Mother says as we get under way. Father leans back; the passengers stare ahead. I furrow my brow to speed our bus past her request: soon enough we’re rattling across desert. The trip is Mother’s wish, her...

The mirror of your smile Burns into my heart. When gazing into the mirror Of your smile, I see a somber Island where only the lonely Play games consisting of lifting The dead from their graves, Singing sad songs. Uninvited souls...

When a solar-mass star runs out of fuel to burn . . . it swells in size and transforms into a red giant. . . it becomes increasingly unstable How will the Sun die?   Set, sun, I’m tired of your demands. I understand your...

Eyes in front, I hunt. Eyes on side, I hide. –New Hampshire Division of Parks and Recreation A squirrel pretends not to notice me, minds his business, gnaws a nut. He’d make an excellent spy, observing sideways while...

A lean red animal streaks across the field, over the road, and into the woods. Is it a fox? Its tail is thin; the poor beast has mange. I fear for it, pity its precarious existence. But can I change for it, nurse it in my...

We played basketball in my driveway Drayton Plains and talked about LAND OF THE GIANTS. * But we moved to Rochester. * I picked up the student directory on the dresser below the wall phone. Found you in Hubbard Hall. Called, you...