Error in Time

poetry
  The neurologist says the tissue is friable—a word I don’t know. I picture hissing oil, onion-tears. My grandfather tells me it means thin, easily broken. He seems to know…

Same River. Bolivian Chaco, 1945

poetry
  Does a match also serve to shed light on a given subject? what if it casts doubt, the light, instead of offering answers? what if the minimal light of…

You asked me

poetry
  Comfort is important whether we remember it or not they say children never appreciate their parents enough they are right. We never forget the right things we write about…

You do you

poetry
  On the bayou there’s no one to sing to but the birds it is for them you feel sometimes a song in yourself pushing against your mind from your…

Oodemas laysanensis

poetry
  I buried the seeds of my ancestors in the next generation but a blight took the harvest and rodents stole the granary walls from what they held now a…

Night Chorus

poetry
  Visiting rural Tennessee, I lie awake in a small motel at the edge of a small town, the night throbbing with sounds so robust it seems impossible they could…

The Book of Names (Architecture 103)

poetry
  Suddenly everyone’s friendly. We’re working in the front yard, Boyd and I, and our neighbor who’s never spoken to us calls out, “good job!” And now we’re talking. She’s…

Disappearances

Fiction
  Nearing the end of my father’s sabbatical year in Florence, my mother convinced him to rent a house in the mountains. She slipped the Holiday Homes brochure on top…

At Grief’s House

poetry
  Mother’s tears are sick to death. Father’s   eyes too small to see. Sister’s eyes are somewhere   else and brothers’ eyes believe it. House’s lamps   are out.…

Family Therapy

poetry
  I sing the girls little songs while every plant in the house dies.   In group, they say into a microphone: “Today we have learned coping skills.” I cannot…