Unsettle

Tell me we’ll never get used to it. Richard Siken, 2005 The boy didn’t know what to do with sounds that entered his head and became something else. His parents would soon be caught in the glare of their weekly murder mystery, its theme a barrage of horns lingering too long on the tonic, the… More

Star-Taker

She’s on her way to my grandmother’s apartment door and listens to the elevator make that little breathing sound, that unsteady inhalation, as it travels from her penthouse at 10 Gracie Square to our 8th floor. I can almost hear her remembering my paternal grandmother, the woman she’s thought of as Esther from when she… More

Four Ways In

They were two 12 year old boys fighting sleep in an attic room, wondering when their balls would drop and why fathers were so strange. They stretched across the top bunk of the bed unit that was theirs for the summer, bopping feet over its edge and squishing crotches on the coverlet, eyeing what they’d… More