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I step to the reservation desk to confirm a room. Luggage leans against my leg. I scribble my name on the register, already see myself captured in a Kodak snapshot, square chin shaved too close, smile stretching my face from...

Jim, my high school friend, reclines on the lawn, rolls newspapers for his four ‘o clock route. I like watching. It’s a quiet, July afternoon, Mosquitoes, close as a bad dream, pester my head, distract me from staring at his...

Worn down by touch Hanging slack from my shoulders Like two empty nets, These two hands hold fruit, A life that’s sliced in half, some Damage has been done Although the blade was sharp As a lonely day, Sharp enough To slit a...

Forgive me my oversight, The stubborn ways I never notice You, a Monarch among butterflies With designs for a universe Drawn with black ink on your yellow wings The size of a child’s palm—You, who rose from a caterpillar’s bed,...

The moon half full of light Sounds like the wind, With a hush as it withdraws With a tiny noise, a little clank. Maybe just the halyard clasp against a flagpole, Maybe the moon against discarded satellite antennas. But I’m aware...

The blades The teeth The smiles The rituals And rules of conduct Elbows, mouths, and words The father The mother The oldest boy The youngest A plain meal An abstract of a full meal Meat, cooked Green vegetable, generic Seltzer...

Beige walks in and other colors pale—red loses its anger, blue its hope. It’s rain on their parade without water to bring new growth. She’s unmoved by sun or shadow, brings herbal tea to her reading chair, lets it cool. Not...

Three horse brasses, bought in England in 1930, hang from the mantel; a Japanese print hangs above, gift of a house guest in 1965. Only the fire below is mine —I bought the wood— the rest, inheritance, gift acquired through...

Little fishies swim—Mama said to— right over the dam, find themselves in a flowing river. When we sang that song, our small hands pressed together making S curves before the plunge, we could not imagine water in short supply,...

The pebbled path leads to an overgrown garden where roses tumble over each other and daffodils droop in the heat. Swans glide across the pond which is as deep and silent as a held breath. A pregnant woman sits, as if frozen, on...