The pink tongue of a child’s plastic slide licked the dust from the playground. The area was empty, abandoned long ago by
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ultrasound expectant mother taps bear iambs against plexiglass three beats from, say, seal-land to mating-sound a sense of place lost in
Experience is Not truth, not more than
Terra Incognita We are too far gone, no blazes to mark soft spots of moss and flagstone between trees. Instead, a rougher
Our backyard was large and sprawling, cut off from the rest of the neighborhood by a tall white fence. For as long
My father farms dryland wheat in the desert middle of Washington state. Each summer, when the wheat is waist-high and golden, he
1. A Lotto Ticket Under the canopy of sprawling, spiky leaves, I find the first summer cucumber of my garden. It is
The market where Stoyanka Ilieva sold her family’s eggs and turnips since becoming a woman last year was still a frightening place
There was no space to spare, not even on the roof, just a perfect rectangle behind my driver’s seat for the dog
Evening darkened the beach and still you wanted to swim. It was the weekend of grandpa’s funeral, and we slept in tents