The most exciting and most terrifying assignment I’ve ever had!
Read MoreMay− thunder was shaking the house
Read MoreManure scented grass girds the breeze slipping through
a slit of window, a mere two inches that I open
to breathe my first bit of fresh air since October last year.
I cannot tell you how many pie-sweet cherries covered the grass—blanket blood-spotted.
Read MoreIn an opened window, a man was calling Help! Help me!—unmistakably, in English. The man appeared to be only partly clothed; at least, what the American woman could glimpse of his chest and part of his belly appeared to be bare.
Read MoreAn odd, soapy, purple light—the translucent advertising sheath attached to the outside of the car was filtering the sun—gave his hands a bruised discoloration, as if he’d been in a fistfight.
Read MoreWe’d roll onto our stomachs, laughing, bees zipping overhead and searching for something sweet.
Read MoreThe river was
as the river is
I was always invited to stay and eat with them, and unless I had plans, or wanted them to think I did, I mostly accepted.
Read MoreYesterday, the plumber came
and unearthed a pound of hair
If her movie was panned, I would find some fuel for myself, a source of heat.
Read MoreThe weirdest thing I’ve dreamed is that our son was born a catfish.
Read MoreTrevor was down by the crabgrass, the train hurtling away at forty miles an hour.
Read MoreThe snow was slushy, sticky, which Georgia liked because it slowed her down.
Read MoreBy summer, Sparrow and I had buried two friends, and we knew we would bury at least one more. We broke into abandoned buildings and made plans. We would run away. We would stop talking to our mothers.
But this is a ghost story, so let’s begin this one here:
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