It was a mourning dove in the afternoon, and it was flying much faster than they do normally. A sunny afternoon too, rare in the Highlands summer, and that bird…
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Grow Up On the dating app Colin told you he does yoga at an Episcopalian church. You don’t know much about Episcopalians, except that Charlotte on Sex and the City…
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I should not have been surprised when the man sitting next to me on the subway started to lean over my shoulder and read the essays I was grading for…
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My dad had patients. They were crazy, and they used to come over to the house. My dad would see them in his study. Actually it was a kitchen. A…
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[Image Credit: “Nude,” Adelaar Rogers] A woman doesn’t just stumble upon a name like Howling Woman, nor is she born with it. That kind of name is earned. A woman…
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I know the poets say “bone-white,” but bones are never really so-white, and these beached bones have surely been bleached white. On approach to them, I am tilted by the…
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With branch and root and raining mirrors down all the doors in cavesnakings down the clouds the cliffs the creeks where floratubes thump satin blood in purple petals spinning and…
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It was just a pigeon. Sam found it on the doorstep, still warm despite the snow. It was covering the “L” on the welcome mat. “Dad” she said, wiping tears…
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The first thing I stole was an ashtray from the dollar store. I was too little to understand the concept of property. I believe such abstract ideas are grasped only…
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I was eating cherries out of a jar when Denis Johnson died, my fingers sticky with the slime. Their red syrup coating my teeth, I could feel a cavity forming…
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[Image by Illustrations by Jia Sung] This itch is not a normal itch. It has to do with pain. If the itch were a normal itch, its signal would travel…
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In the Garden of the Bats I wanted to prove to the neighbors that I had pizzazz, so I went ahead and built a garden of night-blooming flowers. With the…
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1. Origins and distributions We hear birds at night. I imagine they are cardinals but Lou argues for sparrows. We know for sure they aren’t supposed to be here. But…
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* * * The beginning Breath in, Breath out. Bring your arms up to the ceiling, Inhale— Drop your arms, And exhale. Drop your eyes to the floor, Let your…