loss

 Origin Story with Phantom Limb   after K. Iver The woman in me begins in recurring. Dreams. I am a young girl. Running in an open field. From a...

This memoir is as much about you dealing with a late-term medical abortion as it is about navigating the grief, loss, and processing of your family members.

I wonder if this conjuring of my grandmother is what you experience throughout Giving Up the Ghost: A Daughter’s Memoir — if we create the image and persona of those who are not present because our establishing of their voices allows us to analyze a part of us we are otherwise unwilling to confront (i.e., an unwillingness to move on and heal). 

Body dog-eared, tracks like spinal cords after the rains come without any stillness, shards of the downed Juniper like baby teeth half-buried. Love is not a living creature. Husk of the...

Abecedarian: Whatever Grows Aunt B. lives, after her death, in our wedding photos:bespectacled, cigarette hanging from her lips, beercup in one hand, phone in the...

At the Dairy Queen, 1972 It happened as we sat with melting conesin the shade of an aging oak, talking aboutthe boys we had been...

After the Prescribed Burn at Little Pine Lake For days wisps of smoke slow ghost it all along the still water’s ember edge. I watch...

Exile Exile is a long walk, an intricate tattoo, soonit has grown into your face—Daniel Simko Your mouth sounds clearestacross the ocean. Language rises into a cloud...

At the memory care center, the parlor resembles what was once my grandmother’s bedroombut with artificial flowers.Dixie cups swirl with pink ice cream,the coffee table...

Rituals Whenever the Yankees play the Twins I think of the child we never had. I regret the connection. It feels cheap for a baseball...