There’s Where the American Helicopters Landed
Sixtyish now, Ling Quang’s hard look lifts from the gravel where we’ve stopped, the Honda’s kickstand staked to the mountain road’s bit of shoulder, our helmets left like laid eggs …
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Charlie Brown
When the little tree falters and droops pathetically under the weight of that innocent-looking but fatal ornament, and Charlie Brown wails, I’ve killed it, everything I touch gets ruined, I …
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What Was That Poem?
My mother asked me, What was that poem? It was Longfellow’s “My Lost Youth,” I think. The answer was Longfellow, often enough, even though she never liked Evangeline. I talked …
Read More Ossian’s Folly, Black Linn Falls
And thus we came to it, the falls’ vertiginous chain mail welded in spume and walking a cream-coloured column atop black basalt now black now red in the standing wave …
Read More I Understood Our Time Was Running Out
For Julie I understood our time was running out, so I planned a winter picnic, and privately decided not to eat. We drove past petrified trees, and thankfully we passed …
Read More The Scarborough Bluffs
You will not find me among the women of the earth, Their hair wound up in buns upon their heads, And goosebumped legs bridged above the bath— I am not …
Read More The Performer Speaks to Her Perfect Apprentice Beneath the Arches
Jillian Tamaki We asked five celebrated writers to devise five guidelines for composing a short story or poem. They all traded lists—and played by the rules. Five rules by Michael …
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