On Weather

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…

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…

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…

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.…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

As we huddle in a corner of our smallest room, I wonder how I never noticed the similarities between “window” and “wind”. I guess I never had a reason to…

Notes on a Tornado as it Devastates a Trailer Park (after Adrian Matejka’s Beat Bop)   Some Texas boy sees a twister chopping the stand of dogwood where   fields…

*orchids tumbling in the air, scot-free.   Upstate New York Gray (no. 1)   skullcap gray cream-yellow gray blue-linen gray moon gray peek-a-boo gray dismissive gray altar gray collar gray…

As reported, the floods consumed the brown house in record time and scope. After a week of storms, the river rose forty-five feet, submerging everything from the kitchen cabinets upstairs…

The ancient Greeks found a breeze, a hawk flying. I look outside the window – An evening sky. The trees are swaying with – no, not what I thought. Something…