I want the makeshift bridge, rickety splintered wood planks, the missing ones like knocked-out teeth, banister ropes with slack smiles, the sway
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Eventually she has to take a brush to it a fine, dainty brush to uncover the network of bryozoa spread like a
I’ve lived in the same house in a small midwestern city for thirty years. We’ve made many changes in that time, but
The pink tongue of a child’s plastic slide licked the dust from the playground. The area was empty, abandoned long ago by
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