Never Again Is What We Swore The Time Before
The mother held the cardboard sign above her head until her muscles ached. She told her son, huddled against her...
Memory
Congressional Chess Games
As we sat across the chess board, I noticed that while my opponent began the game with the full retinue...
Behind a Punisher Pickup Truck
There's something that's been happening with increasing frequency over the last year. I've been pulling up at traffic lights behind...
Crossing Lanes
Roads led to roads that laced over one another without ever connecting their lanes of traffic. On the sidewalk, the...
In A Burger Kingdom of Heaven
What used to be a Burger King, the thing behind the rows of weeds ripping through the parking lot. It...
Footing
My skin bare to the sensations of the generations-old carpet, my toes pointed to a way out, a vent for...
No Snowshovels
It's January 6, and I still haven't touched a snow shovel. The temperatures linger just above freezing, cold but wet,...
In The Dream
We started out as children playing in a world with open meadows and rich dark forests. Then the aliens landed....
Wilder
The garden was always mostly in rebellion, a place more of mud, and then of weeds, than of the seeds...
Mount Battie Mist
In the wake of the greatest betrayal of my life, I fled, homeless, to the foot of Mount Battie and...
