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Les Lucioles, The Fireflies, by Henri-Camille Danger, France, 1896


Angela comes awake in the night. A commotion outside. She paws Tomas’ side of the bed for an elbow, a fingertip, a soft curl. There is only the pressed sheet. In those first moments torn from sleep—before the soul has a chance to seat—she swims in fear. Then she remembers: Tomas is away. He is […]

Detail from Downy Woodpecker by John James Audobon

Dear John James Audubon

I hung suet early this year, not because I was particularly organized but because I was eager for the companionship of birds.

Dragon Dreams

A tiny baby dragon would have served us well, I think.

In the old section of Kolkata there is an even older, sacred section known as Kalighat. This neighborhood is dedicated to the Hindu goddess Kali and is said to be an auspicious place to die.

A Long Way

Pearl sat between me and Moone in the cabin of my van. Moone was driving because Moone insisted on driving. I didn’t argue. We sailed through the Jack Lynch tunnel and struck north on the N20. We were headed to Moone’s aunt’s mansion in Tipperary to pick up some paintings and antiques and a grandfather […]


1 A theater. The exterior buzzes with the usual strangers and that winter’s night sensation of vibrating air. What a shame to give up on it and enter. Inside, people won’t be stepping crunchy steps. Why not keep on walking instead, walk until you reach a forest, walk until you reach the type of strangers […]

Songs of Myself

Nine-year-old me hoofing it down a wooded road of vinyl homes, delivering the afternoon paper at nightfall. A streetlamp turns on, spotlighting my wretchedness. I sing the “Welcome Back Kotter” theme song so hard that I make myself cry. I’m seventeen. My friend Lenny is late picking me up to go surfing. I call his […]