Mother was woken by the water drops father sprinkled on her face. It was March 14th, the day her hometown Elbasan celebrated the first day of spring, Ditën e Verës.…
I go down to the water to see the eels. Their slippery silence entrances me. I pull off my soft leather shoes, my hose, hitch up the heavy rolls of…
My mother had always been a famous reader, sometimes finding an excuse to read all day, but, more often, she usually just slipped downstairs for an hour or two, curling…
(for Katie) We are in the same woods again. There is richly pine-scented air. There are quiet places to bear our babies. There are other people, just a few. Other…
I won’t want to remember what you look like, the sound of your voice. I’ll call you Dorothy. It’s the future, the skin- buzz of a tattoo on the back…
She opens my hand. A silver dollar. She bites the coin then holds it towards the dingy light. It is proper US mint. President Kennedy stares sideways towards the beaded…
I. I was floating alone when they first tried to kill me. Water lapping against reeds thick with river mud and fish. I have so many feathers, I thought, before…
Pillow sucked snug to the face. Wind force-blown down the throat. Ton of water clapped tight to the lungs: I had my choice of time and place. They call us…
I know it has something to do with ambience, waiting for the one lotus set out to drift, seven fragile drops of expense, steam hued blue, a plate of sweets.…
When the three bears returned from a family trip to Sea World, they found their fridge raided, furniture tainted and their T.V. gone. The police took a statement, but didn’t…
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