Junior gave me a Primo six-pack when I turned thirteen.

One Way of Looking I didn’t think I had anything to do today but I checked my calendar just in case this aging memory of mine sometimes mistaken This week I forgot a doctor’s appointment and I felt tremendous guilt for doing so wondered how they’d feel about their wasted time I try to keep…

They sang, Sunday chorus, practiced perfect pitch always in three pew rows, their robes bright white, Saturday washed and ironed, starched to make the pleats sharp as the polished rims of shining pipes forge edged steel, the quick stops and fervid pace of pump pedal pressing An array of urgent hymns, composed down centuries by…

Crossing Time Each of us different, yet both of us the same for we are a part of the whole, that same fabric woven of history, each in stitch and seam of the other and as you are read by us, so you are with us at that moment and so we are with you,…

This wine took him higher. He never sent the letter.

They came to the funeral together. I hadn’t seen either of them since that Super Bowl party at Jimmy’s house. I’d needed a break from that whole group scene after that. It turned into a five-year hiatus. Jimmy looked the same, except he’d had more hair the last time. Brian appeared to have lost fifty…

Bamboo Ridge Lum Chock Heart Soul Lum and Chock founded Bamboo Ridge Press. Happily ever after.

Chapter One Rudy knows people, and, because he knows people, Rudy loves birds. It is not enough to say that he likes, admires, envies, and adores all birds — he LOVES them, wants to marry them, wants to BE them. Most especially, he wants to join the lyrical thrush family, the robins he admired back…

it’s underneath the way she used to speak to stay alive she spoke in a buried kind of way above the horizon yes but at the same time the dark words were below beneath even air words escaping from her mouth they were all double-stacked one carrying the other by its back the under-carriaged one…