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byThe tragedy of the yeti is how much the yeti loves to garden. It has a knack for cultivating shrubs, a gentle claw shaped vaguely like a trowel. It speaks…
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We imagined their fossils to be thunderbolts
byI have never wanted children, never been the kind to dream of daughters or give these imagined futures such pretty names You’re good with kids someone tells me and it’s…
Church of the Epiphany
byI passed a stained-glass-windowed church each day walking to Central Elementary School, midway between the vinyl-sided white where Maddie, spaniel sentinel, would bark at all but us, front paws to…
The Sledgehammer Game
byIt is August hot and the roof hasn’t been put on yet. Dickie isn’t the foreman but he’s furious about the delay. He makes one of his big scenes at…
Uncle Percy Who Art in Heaven
byTHE SUN IS GOING DOWN IN THE GALAPAGOS. Blue-footed boobies and penguins roost on the rocks by the sea where the turtles cruise through like underwater magic carpets. I got…
Histories My Brothers Taught Me
byYou were hatched, like a bird. The yard is a Confederate graveyard. Peter ran away. Mom used to be tan, like a sunflower, like a stick of butter. Pregnancy frazzled…
Banana Mania
byNothing happened on December 26th until Charlene’s father arrived, a little drunk on bourbon, with 64 Crayolas, the Big Box she desired but never got. We’re gonna do things differently…
Ghostland
byI first noticed our family stalker on the same day Alice Hemper wet her pants. There was a commotion by the cake table where a dozen eleven-year-old girls had gathered…
Blue
by“Where am I today?” “You’ve got third base, Phil,” the umpiring crew chief tells him. The name ‘Phil’ is written under the brim of his umpire’s hat. That was a…
Two Poems
byHotspot for Markus Jones It’s me. It’s where I’m at. Like right now. It’s like you’re half a continent away from me walking down Boston’s Newbury Street with three days…