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Day One, or Maybe Two
| November 27, 2023 There are people stuck in cars. There’s a driving ban, save essential workers. The essential workers are getting stuck and the rescue teams trying to rescue the essential workers are getting stuck, snowplows are getting stuck trying to rescue the rescue teams, and finally the city gives up.
Playing Hooky
| November 20, 2023 Dad sat at the park picnic table smoking one Marlboro after another, with not a word of protest from my sister or me — poles apart from the week before when we snapped his whole pack in half and flushed it down the toilet.
Homage to the Jewish Morning Prayer Giving Thanks for the Wonders of the Body, Its Vessels and Arteries, Openings and Closings
| November 13, 2023 After getting held up in the Y parking lot all those years ago, after the weirdness of seeing the dark circle within the approaching gun muzzle, after feeling the metal on my cheekbone, the exact spot I’d bumped with the phone receiver earlier that day...
Honey (I Put Down My Ax)
| November 6, 2023 The first one said honey was what Vietnamese hookers called from doorways, so don’t call him that. The next one said honey was a substance to spread on bread, so why did I call him that. Store clerks in the South called all of us honey. Teachers, too, even when paddling our behinds. Oh honey, I hate to have to!
A Tender, Complicated Ode to Birding in Postcolonial America
| November 3, 2023 Part bird book, part Native Great Plains history, part meditation on the author’s mixed Irish American and Lakota background, and part exploration of how cultures conceive the relationship between humans and other sentient beings, Birding While Indian
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