You Can’t Make it Here
It was the same old thing. This heaviness. She could feel it in her chest.
Sometimes it seemed to travel all the way up into her throat. The symptoms
varied, but it sometimes
Humanity
Blank Slate
I hate to see that evening Sun bite down
one ruler for another, one America
for the next, the race starts over, fresh
forgetfulness. Blank slate.
Firms fix to win
unless the grid
Speaking Each Other’s Language
Of all the things I have learned in Chinese class, one of the first was that the
rest of the world is not politically correct — and they’re OK with that.
And I’
After the Fourth
The days surrounding July 4th normally trumpet the ease of summer, but this
year’s music is different. It was Tuesday, the fifth of July, when the horns
gave way to the unrelenting
Mountain Roads, Sing Me Home
As we pulled out of the drive, the dashboard clock read 5:18a.m. It was dark in
Ohio, and we were bound homeward. While the baby slept strapped into the
backseat, the