Photo: Aubrey Case “Order three-zero, you’re my hero!” The quirky words beckon me forward, and I mutter a quick thanks as I snag the brown paper bag from the counter. I am four, ten, seventeen, twenty years old eating my favorite food. There are neon signs and...
Photo: redjar, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons She keeps failing to twirl a baton. She knows I’m watching her. She doesn’t look embarrassed. Her apparent composure confounds me. Some move through their lives at ease. She looks about five years old. She doesn’t...
They told me you were extinct in the visitors center a little plaque with your name outside we gather under the overhang as you dole out oil lamps they say it was the way you flocked that made you so easy to hunt, I’d say it’s your nail polish in the middle of nowhere...
Photo: Petar Milošević, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons FORGET-ME-NOT – Memory always sees the loved ones in miniature.– Walter Benjamin, One-Street And Other Writings I struggle up an unwavering hour where the blue tile travels. Ko’k g’ish they call it. In...
Photo: Bernard Gagnon – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0 I balance precariously on the drainage pipe, jutting out into the sand flat encrusted with oysters, barnacles, and slippery sea lettuce. My daypack, stuffed with sampling gear and my water bottle, slides into the...
Photo: Porterhse, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons A one story cinderblock building sits on a low rise just beyond the park. The row of numbered doors is nearly obscured by overgrown shrubbery and prairie grass grows patchy over the parking lot. The sign out front:...
