Rivers of Switzerland My geography teachers are dead: their mountains, forests, oxbow lakes, the small hands that could squeeze the life out of anything. Even the student with...

    The Night, the Possum Giant starry sky night behind an illegal beach shack in a rickety add-on caravan he calls Steptoe’s Castle, broken window wedged open for cooler air, a possum...

      When I die When I die, I want it to be just slowly enough that I can leave something to those I cherish: my recipe for chipotle sauce, a lily or two, perhaps some worldly pith...

      Behind the Glass There is a thrush on the lawn and a ladybird on the other side of the window. This is that calm; the clouds look liquid, there are crows high up mixed like...

    A Fish Hook (Barbed) The wardrobe is shut tight, the latch awkward as she lifts it, up and over the rusted catch. Her fingers touch the jacket first: wool-worn, fraying at the seam....

      San Francisco, On the F-Train He was a poet and when he saw something really interesting he made notes in a little black notebook.  He noticed a young girl in careless hipster...

      The Answer Oh, you know me: resourceful type.  I'll manage. – my reply as we sat in a corridor grown too familiar, waiting for the nurse to call your name. You understood, as...

      Progress Wasn’t there a time when All that adult talk Of a past where dark skin Swung from trees, And ballot boxes beyond the reach of women’s hands, Seemed like a sad dream? I...