closeup of dna strand

Inheritances

1. Calculate mattress undulations 5:00 am, upstairs. Meiosis in her fallopian tube shortly after, determined by timing of ovulation, not coitus. What is the susceptibility gene? Pocket watch reflected in the...
Paris bridgeover seine

Les Mouchoirs*

As I sit here in our one-star hotel in Paris I think of my father, chronically ill these six months, physically changed, frail and smaller. This spring, his eighty-seventh year, I’m buying him old man h...
closeup of calla lily

Moveable Feast

Outside the firehouse on this windy Sunday morning, a man is headed to his car, a pot of lilies in his arms. I didn’t see him peruse the Easter tagsale table inside, don’t know how he came to choose the wh...
closeup of wrought iron gate for door

Dear Life

On my way to through the yard with the watering can I noticed the wrought iron trim on the shed door, the narrow strip that stood for years above the black latch, a decorative element envisioned by a desig...
dusky night sky with stars

Into Evening

Today I read that so-and-so passed away quietly at her home and wondered if downstairs a husband sat flipping channels on the remote, retriever asleep nearby or lapping water from a bowl in a darkened ...
cracked dirty window

Broken

My thumb nail’s cracked. The left one. Split down the middle, a ragged fault-line headed for the cuticle. The manicurist says it will never heal. The root, she says, is damaged. Some kind of trauma, prob...
child's hand holding a bunch of flowers

Autism

In my dreams, the girls would tease, laughing as their weightless buoyant bodies would take wing, achieving flight as they skipped in a circle faster and faster, holding hands with their pockets full of pos...
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Voice of Snow

Years ago I lived where there was snow, felt its soft breath held in the cold, open throat of the sky, heard its voice falling, so like the murmur drifting from the hospital room during your slow, relentle...
statue with arms out looking up to the sky

Tourette’s

I used to have this friend whose older brother had Tourette’s Disorder and every Sunday evening before the sun lowered would climb with great vigor to the tippy-top of poplars in the back of his backyard...