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Growing Oldexpand_moreHere is my father on the last day of his exceptionally long life.
Now all I was, all I had ever been, when it came down to it, was a tenant.
forget how to count starting with your own age starting with even numbers
He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.
She examines her left hand, finger by finger, gripping and pinching the flesh.
We serve them far more than they serve us. Service animals, we all are.
Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."
The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.
i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.
Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.
Was he a good man or a bad man? Was it necessary, even, to speculate?
Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.
Two bikers, the bartender, me, and a skinny girl in skintight blue jeans.
Let’s rummage through each other’s bodies like a blowout sale.
Robert Hedin
Who are we? Without one another, who will we be?
Marianne Boruch
She bequeathed her children a mother who dreams and smiles.
At 35,000 feet, the center of heaven, in the deep Milky Way, we meet.
Gerard sat in the shadow, watching his son steal about like a thief.
Gail Godwin
Imagine being able to calm the one you love best, who loves you best.
Unnatural as a ghost; the thought rose unbidden to his mind.
His spirit shone fiercely, shaming the chasm by illuminating it.
Walking on Canal Street, I slipped on the curb and fell on my face.
Come winter, they go to the funeral early & count the living.
Havana, Cuba, on the inevitable cusp of change. A photo gallery.
three women came in their nakedness so i could choose from among them
Hemingway’s Royal typewriter sat atop a volume of Who’s Who.
Rays burst from behind the mountain, sweep the broad beach.
