* * * Pak City — Block A6, Fl. 9, Apt. #37 My smoke alarm chips through the night: low- battery warbling. So my dream just has birds: sickly…
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* * * first morning bleak sky iceblue streaked gray with the promise of snow standing on the deck above the driveway i could see six or seven adjoining yards…
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Year fifteen at Fresno State: empty classrooms and empty nest. I begin the online semester fearing that my efforts to gain institutional support for outreach to southwest Fresno in the…
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I go out only as instructed: once per day to move homebound muscles. When I hear the Yale lock click shut behind me, I reflexively pat my pockets; there’s no…
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* * * After an afternoon of sullen grump and frown lines—swift and heavy, resembling a cut, deeper for its unchartedness, I stop to listen to the avian row of…
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* * * Let’s have a look around Loneliness waits in the kitchenw wears a tuxedo wwEveryone misses the roses also a triangle in her throatwwwa circle in her mouthwwand…
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Redbirds: chaotic pulse-quickeners, Cardinals, like the juiciest of sins that are best recounted later, in the dark, when nobody is looking. What do they know that I don’t? Geese: loud…
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As I write this, an eye looks back at me from my computer. I used to cover my laptop camera with a piece of electrical tape, until the edges curled…
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* * * Momma makes Bird for dinner every Sunday. Her and the afternoon spend their hours stuffing and plucking and cooking. I spend mine on the kitchen floor, blowing…
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Image Credit: Mural drawn onto the side of the bus shelter at 46th Avenue & Taraval in San Francisco, CA I tried to behave. Then there was the night I…
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Although you have never been to Iceland and have no immediate plans to visit, you’ve recently decided that it is in your best interest to learn to speak Icelandic. The…
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Image Credit: B Hayward Not long after we moved in together, my girlfriend and I created a budget to monitor our living expenses. We both freelance, so it’s a…
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Photo taken in 2008 in Gałów, Lower Silesia, with my grandmother, Jadwiga Chabsińska née Wilczyńska, shortly before her death. On the art of feeling lonely in language and feeling less-lonely…
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1. We were girls who met on the playground, at Girl Scout camp, at gifted kid camp, usually in early June, with enough summer left for pool parties, phone…