The Curious Adoptee
I’d like to find her. Compare notes. Which of us got lucky? I’d like to know why? My parents could […]
I’d like to find her. Compare notes. Which of us got lucky? I’d like to know why? My parents could […]
with a respectful nod to Jack Hirschman 1. To say I love Los Angeles is to say I love its
I’m sick of lugging this satchel of bones from office to woods, alphabetizing each knuckle, burying hip joint or femur.
I’m not sure what sounds escape when a false messiah sings. If lips part gently, while tongue pushes out noise
specifically, in one of the old recipe boxes she kept in the kitchen pantry, was a poem. Soon after she
Once in a while an owl barks above the black bog, and I turn another page of a big book