Ever since the California economy collapsed, people have been coming to our street at night and going through the trash. That sounds worse than it is—I guess if it’s recyclable, then it’s not really trash. They sort through the blue bins that were wheeled out to the curb during the day by the gardening crews….
When 600 milligrams of mifepristone is introduced into the bloodstream, it binds to progesterone receptors without activating the receptors, acting as an antiprogestin. Progesterone is fundamentally important for sustaining an early pregnancy. Try again—in English. When mifepristone is introduced into the bloodstream of a pregnant woman, it cuts off the supply of progesterone to the…
Thirty-six years till my mother is born The perfumes she wore when she was young whatever happened The bottom of her jewelry drawer calls and calls as I run her through her first school play She doesn’t understand Stroke my stomach mother till I understand Why is the movie too advanced? Why do we have…
The spring I turned ten my father told me we’d be spending a month in Maine with old friends. “They have a daughter who’s a little older than you, Josh. And it’s time I taught you to fish,” he said. “You remember the Izelins, don’t you?” I didn’t, not exactly. They’d stayed with us for…
Blackbird called Redwinged and I both startle when I stand and turn. Bird expertly swerves, flies on; but I spend a few…
The buzz of electricity circles a yellow bulb in Maine’s humid heat. June bugs bomb the porch light with spiny legs—date-colored and oversize. Spring peepers pin the night, pitch a universe in my mother’s kitchen, except I have not yet…
“You’re going to leave your watch on?” “You’re leaving on your cross?”
This undistinguished shingled condominium is closer to Route Six than to the sea so that muffled sound we hear is cars, not waves. The occupants of the adjacent unit are often in the driveway keyboarding in cars. No one is keyboarding, of course, at dawn when I leave for the beach so I can beat…
Thoughts have gone wolf again, hunting for reasons in the dark. Suppose we were never supposed to fall into each other’s arms? Made a bone-boat tossed all our memories in— watched it sail. There’s a chance I know nothing and I…
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