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Manifesto

I want the world to change and to stay exactly as it is. Anyone who disagrees must never have held one woman while thinking of another. There’s talk of cloning the mammoth, and the seed vaults of Norway continue to fill with the hardiest strains of lemongrass. I still remember the day my daughter came…

My Tante Hilde

My Tante Hilde lived for over fifty years in a moshav across the road from an Israeli Arab village north of Acre. After every war, suicide bombing, and assassination, she would shake her head and say, “If it weren’t for the leaders, this wouldn’t happen!” She was talking about what she knew personally: the Arab…

SOAP Note

The SOAP note (an acronym for subjective, objective, assessment, and plan) is a method of documentation employed by healthcare providers. —Wikipedia   S / The patient’s chief complaint is that he no longer feels immortal, even when he flies. He reports a fire beneath his shoulder blade that radiates to the left arm. It hurts to make music.   He reports…

A Breeze So Light

In summer, it hurts to look up, so I name wheeling birds by their shadows: bald eagle, Cooper’s hawk. In the water, ripples angle into arrowheads aimed at marshland. Wheeling, a watchful turning, the city where my grandmother lived, married, worked as a typist. Arrowheads, shards of obsidian she gave me when grandfather died. I…

In Paradise (Here)

Here we have wide margins for achieving second childhood. Napping is a kind of reverence. We listen for what happens as we doze. We rise and organize ourselves into clamorous sections: the great aunts shout one part, the great uncles another. Here we flash through each other, clapping like cymbals. Inside spills outside, outside spills…

Blink

A blur of movement where it does not belong, a white floater in the window’s darkening eye.   A plastic bag, I think, caught in an updraft or a bit of the dying yucca’s autumn fluff,   but I discover it is a hawk, all muscled breast and feathered intent, settling to perch in the…