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I wear this car like skin, cinched in by a belt, sure of my place in the stream of daily traffic, lulled by the sound of inflated tires on pavement. To switch lanes is simple. Until the SUV I didn’t see fills the space I want to...

Dry grass stubble scratches at our ankles. Gray stones lift their heads as if to say, “Please, stop here. Are you seeking me?” And though some names scrape at memory, they’re not the ones we want. We walk and search and read,...

Anything that you want, anything that you need I’ll send it along with love from me to you. The Beatles We needed a lot, my big brother and I: a mother who wasn’t depressed, a father who wasn’t dying. My brother craved the Fab...

Summer’s thermometer rises over foothills numbered by degrees of climb. Climate’s loose change clatters on our counters. Are we counting? How many days until the burn? How many hours ‘til we can’t drink the water? I’m thirsty. I...

(They called it the sacred disease for a while until they didn’t.) I live inside the seizure, post-ictal, consciously sleepwalking, watching myself in a movie reel full of desire and loss. I gleefully resurrect the dead, always...

DeSoto stood here, and the Chickasaws buried their dead. And burly stevedores wrestled bales of cotton from the cobblestones on the levee to the steamboats bound for New Orleans. Now, buoy lamps, tiny red beads seen from the...

Grandma followed grandpa to Philadelphia from Bălți* between world wars and before the horrors unleashed upon her people in that embattled Romanian city. She arrived with the 2-year-old version of our mom in tow and generations...

First time I swung, the ball hit my wrist, but I hid my hurt as I jogged to first. The next time up, I shied from the plate, swatting the air as balls barreled past. I struck out then, and again and again. We didn’t always...

As I rummage for a lure in Dad’s old tackle box, I relive the grand adventures our fishing trips were. Only now I realize the ways he put my enjoyment of the sport before his own. How else to explain my seat in the best...

I have sat in the front row at memorials far too many times for my liking today was by far the hardest (I say that every time)   Jennifer Gurney lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her poetry is...

the hugs are tighter now at every funeral so many of us have been there…

why does it feel like a sin to laugh at a funeral even when the joke is funny