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Different Ways to Bathe
She’s of an age where a little something sometimes appears in her underpants.
Self-Portrait
I don’t want to go to the neurologist, but my family insists something is wrong because I am rhyming words and predicting the weather.
Braids and the Meaning of Life
As a child, I was in awe of girls with braids. Girls whose hair was set in strictures like Sunday sermons.
Before the I-5, My Father Was Mexican
While attending a conference in San Diego, I am cooped up in a hotel that is coincidentally on the same street as my paternal family’s first home in America.
God is a Catfish from the White River in Martin County, Indiana
God is a catfish from the White River in Martin County, Indiana and we would eat Him on Summer Sundays after Mass.
FDA APPROVED OPERA SERIA
The distorted face has always been her forte. The distorted face is the contrabassoon. I’m grimacing.
Invocation
Kingsessing in Southwest Philadelphia is a low country of porches and brick. A long green edge where Cobbs Creek keeps the seasons and the city sets its weight down
When the Veil is Open
You can’t find morels without your father’s eye trawling the deadwood and bramble for you. Thrashers thrash in the canopy, busking their duplicitous song while chipmunk and squirrel weasel through foliage, striped firecrackers.