It was the year bank called the cracks in the plaster, the fissure between the bricks, the silence behind the meadowlarks, the useless rustling of leaves. It was the year bank called the cracks in the plaster, the fissure between the bricks, the silence behind the meadowlarks, the useless rustling of leaves. It was the year bank called the cracks… Read more →
After months of not being able to be in the same room together, due to mutual fury and recrimination, my sister-in-law and I met for a walk on the beach. Separate cars. She was on time, I arrived late, a reversal of our usual pattern that possibly boded well. How to start? Should we look for shells? The sand dollars… Read more →
I didn’t want to fight her. But here we stood, facing off in the bluffs behind our houses, the dirt pocked with tracks where after dark older teens spun brodies and rolled their cars trying to climb the sheer canyon wall. Back here, behind neat rows of split-level homes and manicured lawns, where the gentle slopes of the streets gave… Read more →
Armchairs don’t leak honey any longer, but water. There’s so much water. So much. Soil from flooding. Soiled from flooding. Monsoons create aeolian lakes all over the backyard, newborn landscapes the sparrows and squirrels jointly luxuriate in. Ice arcs into rainbows, an untrod path to skate down while inhaling crisp, clean midnight. Far, but closer than you think, piles of… Read more →
I get on a ladder and pick the crabapples from my tree, put them in my bucket. There are way more than I’ll know what to do with, but I figure I’ll find recipes, maybe do some canning. I’m not really into jam, but I imagine being creative, filling pretty jars with fancy covers and giving them as gifts for… Read more →
use a lot of muscle, lifting that fence it’s rotting at the post: I can’t stop being seen, I’m glass gray streaks on the blue sky a bird crossing it charged with what’s in me the plane in the back of the sky blinks like a drone I come at the air it takes me till the trunk is danger… Read more →
My support group jerked and juttedinto a crowd mob full of phantomsdancing about us, unbothered bydeath but eager to bicker aboutwhich of us addicts masquerade as alive best.Eventually, one ghost hammers the asphaltwith his feet, fashioning an inclineto tilt us into finite. Sensing danger,one of us declares his love for all gods.Most of the others split themselves intochips of flint,… Read more →
We spilled some of her ashes on our way through the woods. The weight of the urn tore a hole in the backpack, and the urn hit the ground hard, knocking the lid loose. She had been gone a while, but it came to us that our favorite spot, a quiet bank by the river, was a good resting place…. Read more →
Ceiba, its roots slate gray, thin and tall like walls,provided protection contra el sol sofocante.Provided materials for the Taínos to build canoes with. Its bark was solid but kept over rough waves.The canoe fishing, tradition. No one bats an eyeif you can’t catch a fish. Pero eres una anomalía if you can’t cook a family dish passed down generationsthat somehow… Read more →