On the day after the shivering Jews weep at God. February’s wormy grass stomped on by their shovels, digging down...
That’s what Julia once called our neighborhood, half-joking. We sit in the air-conditioned Starbucks and she says, heaven is a place...
It is Friday night. No date. Any Friday night you want. I am playing chess with my Dad after we...
This morning I drew, as the bath ran, my long body into shadow, feeling my self delicious, as if laughter...
Bogwoman’s brewing, says my mother outfromwhom I came yesterday tumbling, meaning that the fog rolls over Jylland, intowhich her mother...
1. I wish we still took pictures of our hands and feet in the early mornings. Roused from sleep to...
His breath: two small clouds on the puddled sounds of day, our spines pressed gently into lock. The several million...
Sisal i To weave a sisal basket one’s fingers must be nimble the way they touch necks or turn pages....
“Is this love,” O’Hara wrote, “Now that the first love has finally died, Where there were no impossibilities?” After you...