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...
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...
On my way home at night, I pass a man whose daughter dances in the lawn. The man is large and hairy and sits by a fire, drinking what I assume is Bud Light. He...
We watch you, though you usually don’t see us. You see us the way you see taupe public restroom stalls, cantaloupe seeds, crosses on churches. We are always bu...
Waves of sound beat against the shores of the heart, returning as echoes transformed into electrical signals, and then, an image. A wand in the hands of a tech...
Azadeh Fazli, age ten, youngest child of the Fazli family, announced at dinner one night that she was going to start saying ‘I love you’ as part of saying good...
At the end of what they called the terrible year, the annus horribilis—after the fizz and tingle of the first kiss (more like cheap vodka on his breath and some...
Every so often, I see the image of that owl Andy Fuller shot and killed back when we were boys.
We were friends due to proximity. We were the only kids who w...
The refineries at night look like a sprawling space station repair base, flares aglow against a dark sky full of choked out stars, tanks full of liquids I can n...
Gorgeous morning in the awakened city, fresh new green, the angled rays of the sun glittering in spider webs, birds twittering, the fragrance of buds, grass dre...
