Category Archives: Reprint

Ghostensive Counself

A user interface to a user interface to itself !i we too are spectators to||oʇ sɹoʇɐʇɔǝds ǝɹɐ ooʇ ǝʍ ǝɥɔʎsd sןןɐ-ɔ ʇ\ı ǝɹʇɔǝds ǝɥʇ||the spectre i/t c-alls psyche converts of the sectator||ɹoʇɐʇɔǝs ǝɥʇ ɟo sʇɹǝʌuoɔ ɟןǝs pǝןןɐɔ-ʇɐǝsuoɔ ɹoʇɔɐ-ɹɐɥɔ||char-actor conseat-called self … Continue reading

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Family Knots

As in ties that bind, nests that cradle, nets that trap, connections we weave, places to untangle. Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are approaching fast – those holidays made up to remind us of obligations and sell us things to … Continue reading

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Ohio

I am alone with my two-month-old baby all day long, trapped in a flat patio home in a flat little town in northeast Ohio without a car. I am not a good driver and not a patient line-waiter at the … Continue reading

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Tides

The red and blue and white lights from the wheels and coasters play on the black water as it rolls inshore past the pilings. In the dark, from a distance, the rides all look like pieces of the same machine: … Continue reading

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Concealed yet permanent

I knit you a yellow wool hat with grosgrain streamers to tie under your infant neck. No ultrasounds existed so I selected a unisex color. Later you wore wooly hats handmade by my mother; she always made a pom-pom from … Continue reading

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Falling in Love with Better People

Mornings: This is us falling in love with better people. My eyes are closed. The wind cools my skin as the porch swing rocks back and forth. You’re on a rocker chair a few feet away, moving forward and backward, … Continue reading

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Martinsburg, West Virginia

We were in the state side of the jail. My cellmate would sit and make faces at the federal prisoners from the window. Every meal we got a roll and he would save half his roll and feed it to … Continue reading

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