Sustainability
(Laryx lyallis) A few weeks after my mother died, I dreamed that she was waiting for me in a ravine of spring-green larches. There was no worry in her eyes, and she sat there with her knees drawn up,...
View ArticlePrecipice Lake
When my water bottle rolled off the slab and into the lake, I hesitated to snatch it out, and in that moment the breeze took it silently away from shore, sailing over the clear green depths. I thought...
View ArticleThe Virgin and the Museum of Natural History
Out the back of the museum, across the footbridge, through the native Chumash garden, among the quiet of live oaks, along the path and up the steps, and just beyond the sign that says, No Trespassing:...
View ArticleWhat Remains
By late afternoon, he is like a nub of chalk resting in the dusty tray beneath the board, like a tattered screen curled up in its cylinder at the top of its chain. He turns out the lights and watches...
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