Nonfiction

A Quiet Man

You should have had a raucous Irish wake, the kind you see in movies. A bottle should have been passed from mourner to mourner, each telling stories about you, ...

The Gravity of Air

We trudge through the cold as if burdened by stones. But not as if burdened. We are burdened for real, just not by stones. It’s the day’s gravity that weighs us...

Irises

I bought flowers at the grocery store even though I didn’t mean to buy flowers at the grocery store.Fresh flowers are for afternoons when you feel shiny and...

This Washcloth

There is this washcloth, white and with a textured wave pattern, that we accidentally stole from the La Quinta in Portland one spring. Z was teething and had ti...

The Moments Before We Woke

This morning I woke to a bedspread sun-stripped though the bars of your finch's cage. He jumped from perch to perch, seed poised between two sharp halves of bea...

Imagine Texas

for the embattled there is no place that cannot be home nor is —Audre Lorde  A glass globe, a myriad of Buddhas, chopsticks, a ceramic mug painte...

Exam: Essays 101

There is no wrong way to read this. There is no wrong way to engage this. If you X-out the Word-Doc or PDF, if you turn the page over, or close the book (wouldn...