The primate pushes its knees against its mother’s stomach. Its eyes closed, it navigates by primordial attraction, slowly nudging and twisting its
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On my last afternoon as a failed trophy wife, I sat opposite my husband in a windowless conference room. My life—as wife,
Paul arrived on a military hop from Anchorage to Juneau in his fatigues and camo jacket around noon on Tuesday. Because Pops
Slow smooth snow outside this window sculpts ridges: animal tracks, footprints, blade marks flaked away: we through the afternoon slept, woke to
Sundown the manure smell crusts hard over my car and Danny in his and Johnny Angel with his pickup, all three of
God, i’m thankful for the dew on the grass. for the praying mantis hidden there. for the hungry bird gathering the green
Flinch finally, the moths have left for the mountains. I watch horses being led from a fire. I feel made of driftwood.
Mother Goose Revisited At the corner of the bricked-in lane, / she speaks to us through a vine-covered fence / in the
In Case of Drought Call for spring. Conjure winter’s end. Bandage limbs cracked or stunted by wind or worry. Pray for bees,