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As useless as a sterile seed inside a pod, the astronaut looks into space while the dark side of the blue world passes. The silent radio, the gerbil cage now empty, even gauges bobbing loose no longer trouble her. A spider spins...

On the longest day I lie back in meadow grass, dry and yeasty; it prickles my back. Clouds slide along on prevailing westerlies, merge and dissipate, a shifting menagerie. Behind a silver plane a contrail dissolves like...

Coming to the meadow’s slopping boundary, traffic jams and minutia’s fog behind me, I push through the cattywampus thatch gate. Birdsong echoes fade, rebound, repeating among the trees and slopes instead of voices dropping names...

As a favour for my friend Kelly, a card-carrying member of the Communist Party of Canada, I walk an oversized Rottweiler – coat glossy brown, haunches as high as my head. On the trim public green, amidst leaping children, the...

This was Malaysia not Amazonia and our guide hadn’t warned us of any fish until one of our coeds screamed bloody murder and lifted from the lake a tipless toe gushing crimson, and I thought, as I held a first-aid kit for my...

How are you doing? Nathan McClain Zooms in on Ada Límon. Ada, smiling, pauses. Um. Okay, she says. What else can any of us say besides Sick, Angry, Appalled, Depressed, Dying, but Okay with the saddest of smiles and hope we...

after a daguerreotype of “Aunt Jane & Uncle Jerry,” an enslaved couple in Virginia “on their wedding day.” They look rather old for newly-weds, and so I doubt the Daguerreotype was truly taken on...

Yesterday it looked like a funeral procession. Today I sit in the procession, a hundred cars deep in each direction. The line staggers a quarter mile from Trader Joe’s, to just past Riverside Chapel. We’re here to test for...

Jake’s back in the hospital, again. A battle erupted on his island of schizophrenia, again. Throwing trays at nurses, again. Nowhere to go but the streets, again. A veteran with traumatic brain injury. An alcoholic. Rejecting...

Your figure looks younger than it is. A story I’ll dissect in days and weeks to come, until I know by heart every syllable. Candy apple gloss on your fingers and toes glams of anything but death. A night two-stepping in San...