Betty, an Alternative Version

Betty, an Alternative Version

Betty who always threw the money away but kept the cards. What I mean by she threw it away is that she gave it to me. What I mean by she gave it to me is that I stole it. Betty who didn’t care that she lived with a thief. Betty who told me this on our walk across...
Nearest

Nearest

  In the approximate center of our bed my wife folds her brother’s shirts and his washcloths, and she asks me what I think one sees inside men’s heads. I haven’t seen much, I tell her. But the truth is I once saw in my own head a cottage I used to inhabit in Faro...
Bobbie

Bobbie

The Sunday School kids were locked in the old bank vault through two points of Pastor Rickett’s ten-point sermon before anyone noticed. The lock was said to have been disengaged but here it was closed up tight. It was an older boy, Jason Bricks. Jason had it for Amy,...
For Mild Paranoia

For Mild Paranoia

Lord, not just for those with tin foil hats, those grandfathers and mothers of the cause, but for our common brothers and sisters with common internet fears, we pray. For they too have hearts floating in right intention. For those who guard their children against...
Belongings

Belongings

The daughter’s wind chimes have been stolen. Someone swiped the singing things right off the cobwebbed porch. But more, too: her dusty rolling pin she bakes pies for her mother with, chef’s knife she rocks over garden-grown herbs, Guatemalan painting, Danish desk—all...
The Migration of Kiruna

The Migration of Kiruna

It began with the mail. That’s not true. It started generations ago when we came on railcars pulled north by the steady tug of buried ore. But then it was the arrival of the mail—two envelopes, bulging with declarative sentences and government seals—that pushed us...