Watch the fireflies extinguish two days after you trapped them. Catalog ephemera and translate before it wilts.
Father He taught me to carefully part the barbed wire fence that bordered the field of sagebrush and jackrabbits, and to never live in a desert, hoping for rain.
The palm tree was dead before I bought the house.
It took me this long to fail. There was alcohol and memory involved. I’m uncertain that is grounds for forgiveness.
It was January, but not cold enough for coats. My shoulders were bare, I think; or, maybe they weren’t. But, the wind, I know the wind was blowing because I remember it stopping, as if in deference to us both.
It was January. There was the smell of sulfur in the air, and for weeks earthquakes swarmed the hot springs. One after another they came; Steamboat jerked as if moved just a little lower and to the left each time. The baby kicked. He was under her ribs now, and she worried that there wasn’t …
Summer It was the 4th of July the mountains behind us burned and continued to for a month. The flames died down but we lost the summer to smoke. When finally our mothers let us as far as the pier, we could not bring ourselves to pull the fish from the water, so we didn’t …
It has been weekend of insults. I’m a bit worn out and haven’t much to write. Let’s hope tomorrow is better.