I step onto the porch and look for the rain. The sun won’t return until tomorrow, I know. But I need it. I crave rules. Facts. Certainty. Rely on the…
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I step onto the porch and look for the rain. The sun won’t return until tomorrow, I know. But I need it. I crave rules. Facts. Certainty. Rely on the…
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I’m sitting at the edge of the garage with my grandpa. We’re in lawn chairs, the ugly pastel woven kind that leave checkerboard welts on the backs of my thighs,…
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The little girl who tromps down to the creek, after the season’s first rain, spring rain that comes after the crocuses, after the thaw, she wears black rubber boots trimmed…
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–After the Eastern Tornado Outbreak on June 2, 1998 Trapped, in our Sunday best, in standstill traffic; as rain raised the river to tickle the road beneath our tires;…
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Deep in the dead of winter, not long after the Solstice, we wake to the illusion of summer, to the brightest daylight of the year. Perihelion. Those few short hours…
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Before The rumbling went on for months–earth-shaking, steam-venting. Everyone on edge. The volcanologist on the mountain and the mother of a teenager who had crossed the line from adolescent angst…
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Of Angela Each morning Angela awoke and looked out at the sky. Then she rose and tapped her bedside table exactly twenty-four times with her forefinger, then put her small…
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Worry Without cloud cover to hold it at bay, the cold pours over the eaves of the house and mounds up against the foundation like sand in an hourglass.…
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How To Imitate The Wind Become invisible. Create electricity, grind grain into flour. Merge air masses, turn them into swirling storms. Drop a house on a witch’s sister. Carry smoke…
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The first thing I saw in the aftermath was a beam of light from a video camera. The shadow behind it was laughing hysterically. Then the shadow was not a…
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I wake up at 6:45 with little feet pressed into my shoulder blades, my body contorted into the shape of an L as I try to avoid my black lab…
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Tonight, after the blackout on Mami’s native island, there is no sleep on my side of American country. Instead, there is Mami’s isla del encanto, smeared across my black eyes,…
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The Beaufort Wind Force Scale was created by the Royal Navy Officer Sir Francis Beaufort in the 1830s to allow for less subjective weather forecasts and assist in the alignment of…
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