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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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…
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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…
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*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…
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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…
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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…
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Sasha hates sixth grade. Her walk home across the college campus to her house is the only break she gets, because she also hates her narcissistic, hateful, intellectual snob of…
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Down East Homecoming I pull the Subaru into the dirt parking lot alongside Doris’ Luncheonette and stare at the yellowing white siding of the two-story building for a few minutes.…
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The sainted wisdom of summer If you’re sitting under a ficus benjamina and fine powder falls from above, likely it’s the work of someone grinding, a recent squirrel or…
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I am sixty-five years old and dating again. Way too old for starting over. The rain lashed down on slick San Francisco streets as I drove across town to meet…
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Headlights February is not the ideal time for a road trip to northern France, but the moodiness of the sea, wind and sky appeals to a certain breed of…