Tag Archives: Vivian Wagner

Scribes

We can write on, write up, write down, write off, write out: the prepositions point us in all directions. The dictionary gives us this: “He writes down to the public,” and we see him in a high tower, tweeting golden … Continue reading

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War Damage

Jó utat kívánok! Bon voyage! Your homeland will never see you again, but you’ll land on far shores, board distant trains, raise a family that will itself disperse, do the million various things that a person does with a life. … Continue reading

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Spiritus

Near the end of her life, emphysematic, my mother couldn’t breathe. It felt like drowning, she told me. She sipped oxygen through a narrow plastic umbilical cord. I took swimming lessons at the public pool in our desert town, all … Continue reading

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Eloped

They weren’t gamblers, so they thought, but Nevada didn’t require a blood test or waiting period, and they wanted to get it done with. My mom wore jeans and a purple-striped polo shirt. Her wedding clothes, she joked, showing me … Continue reading

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Airmid, Midair

I wouldn’t have jumped from the Aillte an Mhothair into the wildcrashing sea, but I thought about it. There’s something in being on the edge, and not just any edge, but one fierce, pulling you into an indigo depth you … Continue reading

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