selected by Frances Gapper

Airport

I left after our baby was asleep in her crib and you were lying on the bed reading. I drove for a long time. The night was warm. You know from the way people lo...

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...

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...

proverbial

there was something about strength in numbers. or something about knowing your strength. it was this book he had given me, it had these quotes, y’know? we used ...

A Ceiling of Sky

The road to Hanalei Bay is surrounded by lush green jungle, wild chickens with their chicks trailing behind them. Over one-lane bridges: waiting, waiting as eig...

Night Skiing

My brother Jeremy and I beeped our tickets and pushed through the turnstile to the yellow line. The guy standing next to the lift was a snowboarder type, magent...

Undercover Cat

Since it hit the papers, I've been looking at Minnie-Chat in a different light, reevaluating her conduct over the past fourteen years.Here's the way it alwa...

Tulip Time

KatieThe sound of the smashing was like thunder that comes out of complete silence and snaps every nerve in your body. Amelia didn't flinch, didn't cling to...