Author: admin

I feel the cold through the glass door that opens to Michigan winter my nose pressed against the flat, icy pane my eyes wide open my uncles stand on the other side probably stomping their boots rubbing their frigid hands...

I can see the elegant beauty in the bare bones of the trees why is it so hard to see the beauty in the bare bones of me perhaps I see the spring inside the winter in the ice-covered lacy boughs and know without hesitation what...

is looking good in the white, low-cut bare-backed dress she wants but can’t afford. She’s been stuck with me, a white woman, in a cardigan. JFK to Brazil. Nine hours. I tried not to talk too much. Isa didn’t come on this trip to...

In response to your side-eyed looks, yes, we are sisters. Twins, in fact, separated at birth by twenty years. I’m the older. She’s the newer, named Genesis because Moms was so long in labor that she walked mountain ridges from...

Mother, father, and daughter use chopsticks to put braised ribs inside their mouths, the sauce as thick as the silence that sits on the chair where the son should be sitting. He sits instead in his room upstairs trying to vomit...

The widow reached into her chest then lost her appetite to stay with usual norms that told the rest to eat until you went away. Her fingers bled while tracing through its winding, twisting, twisted roots that spoke of shatters,...

When Appa comes back from the war you should know he’s not done with the shooting and killing just yet. There’s one more bullet he’s saved just for us, the gunpowder reeking of corpses that drank and laughed with him once....

Tē dēfendam. Let me protect you like a drop of water that clings to the edge of a boiling pot. You or me? Who’s the one that knows no words but flips through pages of a self-help book, learning life’s ways from rustles that hiss...

I watch the snowfall Like flakes of diamonds Drifting down from the sky Swaying freely in the gentle breeze. Snow fills the meadow Until a soft layered Diamond-crusted covering Hides the dried grass of last fall. It is beautiful...

photo attributed to Matthew Brady’s studio, Nov. 1863 Towering figure in a top hat is not our President, experts say But the mien of this man has the mark of a difficult journey To Cemetery Hill, where new-made graves mounded...

dream back by the crossroads at camp Thirteen people gone town bulldozed— now a glass-littered mound and then a wave of black smoke ink flows over Pennsylvania hills fills the river valley the demo pile standing out over...

wafting in the deep currents by the sulfur sea vents the worms dance their thick tubes descending to the cold seafloor lights dance— not stars but baiting, voracious anglerfish I see them all from the round, bolted window of my...