And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos
What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies...
All Fours
“Are all the rooms here this nice?” Cassie, fifty-three, only had a second while her daughter was at ceramics. “No, I had it redecorated. It’s part of a . . . never mind.” The room wasn’t the point. I described my situation, Audra, the fork, the...
James
I walked outside and over to the big fire, where the men were sitting. I was greeted and then I sat. We talked some about what happened to a runaway over at another farm. “Yeah, they beat him real good,” Doris said. Doris was a man, but that didn’t seem to matter to...
Courting The Wild Twin
What is life like when you don’t know what it is you’re marrying? Harshly put, it implies you are naive. Gullible. Didn’t read that small print. A terrible deal occurs in the fairy tale The Handless Maiden, when a father barters away his daughter to a demon by not...
Stop This Slaughter In Palestine
I am not going to speak about the demise of the free press in India. All of us gathered here know all about that. Nor am I going to speak of what has happened to all the institutions that are meant to act as checks and balances in the functioning of our democracy. I...