Half Life The day of your coming was the day of my undoing. I date everything now by a calendar of exclusion. Grief is on every page like...

Still, Flowers Even today, with two new diagnoses, (supposedly cured from the cancer that almost killed me), I am still here. I walk out...

Presentable Breathe. Am I not human? Am I not needed? The ancients believed from day comes night and from night comes day. So, too, from...

First Thing in the Morning The man with strong hands squeezes his head From ear to ear until he can feel his face Disappear except for...

The New Croesus Just like the brazen giant of Greek fame, Astride the golfers’ well-groomed eighteen holes, Here, in a once...

The Compaynys of Beestys and Fowleys after “The Book of Hawking, Hunting, and Blasing of Arms” written by Juliana Barnes (Berners), 1486,...

It’s Not the Job of the Clairvoyant To lead us through the catacomb, to be a sliver of light in the hollow. It’s no one’s job to show us...

Apocrypha: The Ram Considers Abraham And what if my god demanded of me blood of my own kin, a ewe, still unsteady on spindled legs, for...

End of the Line The box smells damp, decayed, perhaps like the casket the teenage boys dug up when I was 10, pulling out Clara Smith from...

Owls in the Gutters for Micky Dayman I. this is only a beginner’s guide: for the more advanced there is Bach and that autumn leaf that...

After Move 37 1 The guests had come to escape troubles that didn’t look like their own husbands and brothers, their dogs, their dishes....