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  • Observe, Then Serve

    September 29, 2015

    I shifted awkwardly on the pine tree branch, trying to find a position where broken branches didn’t poke into my seat. My binoculars swung…

  • September Morn

    September 29, 2015

    Dawn rides the morning air
    over silent houses and abandoned gardens,
    flickering light along
    the edge of the windowsill,
    ushering in
    my grandmother’s fearful cry.

    Like a crumbling yellow leaf

  • Deep Water

    July 24, 2015

    Janie stared into the swirling, brown water, looking for a trace of the carcass. Her blond bangs stuck to her damp forehead, ponytails limp…

  • For the Record

    March 15, 2014

    I am the cleaner-upper of messes, the smoother of suffering. When Deb calls and cries, “My husband’s job is gone. What will we do?”…