A Husband and Father

Frank kept his face blank as he read the orders: Report to Berlin.

A Place for Us

Our house sits alone out in the country, seven miles north of town.

A Portion of Your Loveliness

My daughter’s favorite game is Holocaust. She’s quite inventive.

A River of Stars

For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.

After the Fire, the Sound of a Low Whisper

Our life is fine as it is, she would say to him, and it seemed true.


I’m mourning in the armpits of a lover we once called a family friend.

All Saints’ Eve

Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?

All the Girls Are Fat in Heaven

When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.

Am Looking For

Desperately, children: I am in desperate need for desperate need.


He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.

At the Wrong Time, to the Wrong People

I have given everything at the wrong time, to the wrong people.

Badger Mountain

Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.


I commute to war five days a week in a station wagon the color of an egg.


They do good things for us, the bats. But we do not want them there.

Baucis and Philemon

His mouth hardens whenever their son’s name is mentioned.

Beautiful Daughters

I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.

Best Advice

Our lives are often shaped by small, seemingly trivial choices.

Best Advice

“Ten lo,” she says when you’ve finished. Have it.

Between Here and Here

My father stood up, unable to choose which one of us to kill first.

Beyond the Glass Ceiling There’s Sky

If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.

Blue Heron Bridge

Apparently this was something he had to tell her with his clothes on.


When we’re all together like this it feels like hope is a possibility.


On her wedding day Ellen accidently locked herself inside the pantry.

Broken Arm

A boy who makes dinosaurs from blue clay, each one with three hearts.

Buried Voices

The story doesn’t begin until the van breaks down, I always say.

Ca Dao

I returned to Vietnam with a tape recorder to collect ca dao.

Career Change

The mortician who painted our girl was not a somber-suited officiant.

Carry Me Back

“Mom, don’t you think the fucking racism is worse than my profanity?”

Cartoon Art Volume 2009-09

Don’t worry. I’ve performed this procedure hundreds of times.

Cartoon Art Volume 2010-02

New cartoon from Mick Stevens: “It’s hardly worth the trouble tonight.”