In March, the owls started walking into our school.
March, April, it was all we talked about.
By May, they were all over town, Barn owls on the roof of e...
On the walk home from the bus, she practices what she will say about her day. There was a pep rally this afternoon. Principal Wheezely Weasley gave a speech I ...
Nearly every time I go home, my dad mentions the knife I gave him. A filet knife given for birthday or Christmas or Father’s Day. I was proud of the gift at th...
The curtains in my room never keep anything out—not the sun's audacity to be shining this bright this early, and not the sounds of the neighbors fighting—again...
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The sideways glance of sun on a sandstone wall deep within a Utah slot canyon, the beam staring at the grooves that striped the lip of the rock face, evidence...
First Interlude: Signposts
I search for the right word and feel the shape of it in my head, in my mouth, but the letters elude me. Sometimes you’ve got to l...
Every weekday, his daughter, Carla, picks him up, and they visit Andrea. Heather View is a handsome stone building, a former vicarage, in the North York Moors. ...
Boy plays in a three-piece punk band to quell the fire of a reflection’s tale and stitch the wounds of youth. Girl watches from the sweat-filled Midwestern base...
My neighbor sitting six feet from her mother in the front yard, the two of them talking by the hyacinths, so much longing to be closer between them I can feel ...
You’ve made a portcullis of your mouth. Since your daddy left, you’ve turned me into a monster, a shrieking gorgon. I am all of the Disney villains, but especia...
