We got used to the lingering ash more quickly than we thought we would. After a few months we didn’t remember what people looked like without their breathing masks.
Read More...Bloom to Black
The marks blooming in her skin would be funny if you got to know her. She thought of them as quirky stamps of her personality.
Read More...It Isn’t Over
My feet carried me to Stonewall last week. It was a reminder of the fight that isn’t over.
Read More...Undercurrent
I remain mute. I can’t yet speak about the unspeakable. I can barely contemplate the unthinkable.
Read More...Life and Death in a Combat Zone
As a US Army medical evacuation helicopter pilot in 1969-1970, during the Vietnam War, I witnessed accidents, woundings, and deaths of soldiers, civilians, and children in nearly every way imaginable.
Read More...This Morning (November 9, 2016)
This morning the light was gray and I tried to go back to sleep for a while. This morning I made breakfast of fried eggs with chili sauce, but it tasted gummy and white. This morning someone wrote to me asking if I was okay. This morning I got texts that just read “What”. This […]
Read More...Three aftermath poems
Orphaned I watched America split from across the Atlantic, huddled on the cat-torn sofa with Lily and Spock, three adrift Wisconsinites in front of a Youtube channel, bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon at the ready, long night ahead. Optimism became despair, little clutches of sleep between hours of prayers to Gaia, the lighting of incense, the […]
Read More...Sponsor’s Note: The Distance on the Look of Death
I have faced death in ways most people in the modern world can’t comprehend. I have felt my heartbeat slow and my limbs go numb as I waited for dawn in a flimsy bivouac amidst a world of snow and ice.
Read More...Flowers
Lois put a bulb in the cold ground and then pulled her fingers out of the hole. She wasn’t sure how many more she could manage. The sun was resting on the horizon, and she’d have to be inside before Henry got home.
Read More...Meat
“Is Josh here?” Evan asked before she’d pulled the front door all the way open.
Read More...Lady of Black Needle and String
The boy is downstairs, shouting for my mother. “Grandma!” I close the book. I put it down in its box, carefully. I think of your fingers on the clasp, thin and warm, and their prints, which I have already erased with my own touch long ago.
Read More...Death of the Plague Legion
“He’s here, sir. Over here.”
The proud legionnaire pushed aside a low branch, opening an annex within the dense and unending forest. Marcus and a few others filed through.
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