Immigrant
I am | the Other Side of the story, the face | from a picture book | whose title | you cannot | pronounce: | In another life | I forged with you across continents,
Writer’s Choice
Dispersal Lessons
Animals move—it’s our birthright, a gift from ancient ancestors in the form of genes that could eventually code for leg or wing or fin.
‘I Have Been a Stranger in a Strange Land’ Exodus 2:22
The boat stares back with many eyes. Some closed in prayer, others close to fainting. A few people imagine childhood homes or hold photos of a small Italian port. Some cry. Some are confused.
A Roadmap of Scars
I do know that slowly, my own heart healed as patients and families invited me into the special intimacy of illness.
Rest in Peace
The roots of a dysfunctional family are deeper than unhealthy thinking; they are steel wire cords.
Will I Forget Your Face?
You were special, hard… but so are gems. You were a shard of glass embedded under my skin.
Prairie Heartbeats
A decade and two years of prairie farming. His hands touching her limp silhouette; Laid in the comfort of her bed.
Have Mercy on Us
The girl laughed at her mother, a bigger laugh than was necessary and took another brownie. She was high.
Thin Air
Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…