I still reach for you in the space between reality and reflex. Still expecting to feel you flip like a fish under my fingers and not floating belly up somewhere in a container marked biohazard. While I am still here swollen and sore, refusing to contract, to clench down … Continue reading Catch and Release
All that remains is the marble of your back as you lie on your side asleep like a fallen column on bed sheets stretching out between us like forty years of Sinai sand. I read the ridge of your spine skimming the braille of vertebrae for something buried deep as memory You shift … Continue reading The Wailing Wall
In a windowless room, our shirts pushed up over the elbows, in order to touch the bottom without getting wet. Feeling in the muck, through the foreign food bodies, for the soft stick of forks and the smooth underbelly of spoons. The mist from the sprayer slicks every surface to a dangerous sheen. … Continue reading The Consumer and the Consumed
CELESTIAL BODIES Luna traced her finger down the long crack in the cement stoop they sat on. It ran under her feet like a fault line and disappeared under the toe of Sam’s dark Van shoe beside her—something a teenage skater would more likely wear than a married father approaching his forties—but somehow they always … Continue reading Celestial Bodies
My mother went to the tent cities of Albania in 1999 with a medical team to serve the Kosovo refugees. When she came back, she gave me a set of Russian nesting dolls or Matryoshka— meaning little mothers. Each doll opened up to reveal another smaller one inside her. As the dolls become smaller, their features become less and … Continue reading The Matryoshka Women: A Mother’s Day Story.
We knew it was officially summer as kids when the first fireflies appeared. My Mom would give us mason jars and we'd run out into the yard and try to catch them. We'd creep through the darkness and wait for the tell-tale blink to give away their hiding places in the bushes. I got one!--we'd scream … Continue reading The Dangers of Chasing Fireflies
The hit Netflix series, "13 Reasons Why" tells the story of a girl named Hannah that kills herself. She leaves behind 13 recordings that name 13 people from her high school as contributing factors. Each person must listen to all 13 tapes as they follow a treasure-hunt style map Hannah left for them, so they … Continue reading “13 Reasons Why” the copycats have started
We cling to this idea that "everything happens for a reason" because we can't be content not knowing. We want to see the promised hand of God in everything, so we constantly sift through our decisions like tea-leaves in the bottom of a cup, waiting for God's Will to form so we can say--ah, there … Continue reading Nothing happens for a Reason.
My grandfather used to let us watch him slaughter the chickens. He’d hold them down against a tree stump, wack their heads off with one swoop of the axe, then let them go. We’d stare after their headless bodies as they ran and flapped around the yard, spraying the grass red. I kept thinking they’d take … Continue reading The Fate of Flightless Birds