Prose
When Darkness Comes, A Collection of Linked Stories
Each story in this collection was written While in residence at The Fergus Falls State Hospital and is based on news items from early 20th century newspaper reports about the hospital’s residents. More....
When Darkness Comes, A Collection of Linked Stories
Each story in this collection was written While in residence at The Fergus Falls State Hospital and is based on news items from early 20th century newspaper reports about the hospital’s residents. More....
Recent Publications
Out of Time
He left the door unlocked, in case I arrived before he got back from teaching. I thought I’d timed the drive from Durham to ensure an appearance well after school let out, but he didn’t answer when I knocked and it was quiet and dim in the apartment.
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Out of Time
He left the door unlocked, in case I arrived before he got back from teaching. I thought I’d timed the drive from Durham to ensure an appearance well after school let out, but he didn’t answer when I knocked and it was quiet and dim in the apartment.
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Out of My Depth
In the dream I am coming from a gathering of women. The streets are dark but for the faded light of a lonely streetlamp on a far corner. I approach the pay lot where I’d left my car. A Ford Fairlane, Acapulco blue, with vertically stacked dual headlights.
The meeting has left me depleted. Women I know only casually: smart, competent, underpaid in their non-union jobs. Talking without real direction, mouthing phrases they’ve heard on TV or from their husbands.
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In the dream I am coming from a gathering of women. The streets are dark but for the faded light of a lonely streetlamp on a far corner. I approach the pay lot where I’d left my car. A Ford Fairlane, Acapulco blue, with vertically stacked dual headlights.
The meeting has left me depleted. Women I know only casually: smart, competent, underpaid in their non-union jobs. Talking without real direction, mouthing phrases they’ve heard on TV or from their husbands.
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Poetry
My Year of Studying the Poets and Reading the News
During the 2020 pandemic year, I undertook a year-long project that involved writing a poem every week based on something in that week’s news. More....
Recent Publications
Last Dusk of Ramadan
The sun traces
patterns of colorful head scarves and trailing hijabs,
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Women's Work
She is standing at the sink, pale green
rubber gloves up to her elbows. Outside
the window the sun hides behind the trees
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Like No Other Season
Night dresses in Dawn’s colors.
This heat is orange. Inescapable.
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Field Hands
Open fields
tell the story
of renewal. Hands
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My Year of Studying the Poets and Reading the News
During the 2020 pandemic year, I undertook a year-long project that involved writing a poem every week based on something in that week’s news. More....
Recent Publications
Last Dusk of Ramadan
The sun traces
patterns of colorful head scarves and trailing hijabs,
More...
Women's Work
She is standing at the sink, pale green
rubber gloves up to her elbows. Outside
the window the sun hides behind the trees
More...
Like No Other Season
Night dresses in Dawn’s colors.
This heat is orange. Inescapable.
More...
Field Hands
Open fields
tell the story
of renewal. Hands
More...