Tag Archives: Raechel Coffey

I was only a baby when I made my first baby; thirteen years old, bumming a ride from middle school. He was a slick old janitor named Tony in a boat of a car. We went sailing into the mid- … Continue reading →

I stand at your grave. I stand at your grave every day, wondering if I’m just a camera taking a time-lapse photograph of a cemetery. On the surface, not much changes – I free the captive leaves caught in the … Continue reading →

The moment inflates. Do I breathe? If I breathe will she breathe? You wait for her chest to rise, but it doesn’t. It’s like looking at the sky when there’s no wind. The clouds are frozen in formations like white … Continue reading →