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Squash

Every spring, I pollinate the squash. With a cotton swab, I transfer pollen from male flowers to female flowers. But when the first squash flowers bloom this M...

Dragging the River

Winter was ending, which was good. Everyone faded in winter. My breath made a dime on the window, a quarter, a silver dollar as I leaned in to see how big a fo...

Legacy

Father went first. He lay down in bed one night and never woke up. Bored of mum talking nonsense, I think. Died on purpose to stop the noise. She slowed to a h...

Annapolis

The first time I see the little girl, she is in a photograph. A closed room, a field medical tent on an American military outpost in a dusty farming village. C...

Passing Muster

A plus of glamping with my ex-husband Harry is that his wife Melissa is always prepared. No cans of beans for us: Melissa has filled a cooler with kale salad a...

Blue

I watch the woman in the car beside ours—flat-ish profile, red hair combed straight back. She’s talking with her hands, silver beads dangle from her big-boned ...

LANDSGEMEINDE, APPENZELL

Between May 31st and August 18th of 2019, a photograph hangs on the wall of The Morgan as part of an exhibit on crowds and groups and proximal strangers. Black...

The World I Will Not Taste

At first light there is a world in my ribcage. I fasten it shut with a clink and throw away the key. I’ll use it another time, I say to myself. I ponder vib...

The Gardener

Our neighbor stops over to say goodbye. His family has been renting the farmhouse next to our white summer cottage here in Maine. Although we haven’t met, I...

Four Feasts

I. “Chinese people eat monkey brains. They cut their heads open and eat them while the monkeys are still alive.” The girl’s eyes are bright with spite. She ...