Under Water
The Sunday I first went to the quarry was after I made Tito choose. He’d been back in the States a few weeks. This is what his mother…
Writer’s Choice
Mumina, the Mouse and I
I arrive late at my writers group, stepping into the quiet swish of pens on paper, of fingers tapping on keyboards. I love that look of concentration…
Bring Me Your Yearning
Two days before the bicentennial and Madeline Harper’s tenth birthday, someone rowed an eighteen-foot Statue of Liberty constructed entirely of Venetian blinds…
Book Review: Requiem For My Rave
It’s all here: the good, the bad and the sketchy. Hulla parties were an exciting and risky destination for the underground kandy kids of Toronto…
The Psychiatric Patient Profiled in My Application
I hold the paper in my hand. My case worker is friendly, not callous or distant. I ask him to decode the letter I have received in the mail. I think it says what I hope it says…
Sunflowers
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about sunflowers—the kind that kept Van Gogh tethered to his body and that convinced Hannah Gadsby that human connection can shield us…
The Babies
The room is small, jail-like, with windows high in one wall. The air is humid. Breathing requires deep heavy intakes of energy. The bits of daylight filtering through…
Stone’s “Formation” a Delight
It was a delight to discover Tammy T. Stone’s Formation. In this collection of poetry written left aligned and in fairly loose form…
Our Institutions
Over the last twelve months of life at the Alvarezes, from fall of ‘65 to fall ‘66, the seasons gained momentum. The autumn equinox passed.