Tag Archives: Claire Kiefer

Someone’s always supposing that the next big quake is coming. Scientists can’t yet predict earthquakes with any precision so maybe it’s just the unspeakable human yearning for tragedy. No one will admit to it but we lap up stories of … Continue reading →

Last year’s cherry tomato reseeded itself. Long dead in the pot, it greened again when Spring came. I hadn’t known that plants could do this: drop overripe fruit, passed over or forgotten on the vine, and root itself in the … Continue reading →

Yesterday my friend calls & says she is worried because the prisoners who escaped from Clinton Correctional Facility in upstate New York are possibly 70 miles from the next town over. She says every creak, every gust. Her daughters are … Continue reading →

The fortune teller on Decatur St. tells me that in an imagined 12×12 room, you are plucking at some sort of instrument, patient but frustrated that you can’t find the right chord. I wonder if you’ve learned guitar since I … Continue reading →

Fog. An emblazoned sky, a constellation. The memory of your son, age 8, standing atop a hay bale at the pumpkin patch. A trail that wound down to a different view of the valley, one that bypassed the baby deer … Continue reading →