Walking Up Scafell Pike with My Father

Walking Up Scafell Pike with My Father

After walking a few yards you breathe like someone who has slipped across the border. I am ahead, you are far behind. There are no rest stops on this rocky path to the summit, no hedgerows to distract our lack of common interests or silences broken up with ums and...
My Sister’s Birthday

My Sister’s Birthday

        After she’d blown out the last candle, she informed me that she hadn’t made a wish. This was notspoken in a whisper, as if sharing a secret that the universe shouldn’t overhear, but in her usual tone ofvoice—lilting, almost like a canary singing—because she...
bees

bees

the doctor wants to know why you’re angry. you shrug. the bees are dying. and that just doesn’t seem fair.   she informs you that anger is a “secondary emotion.” that what you really are is sad, or guilty, or deeply, desperately afraid.   you dismiss, but not six...
Aida’s Princes

Aida’s Princes

          The owl prince was dead. Long live the prince. God save his princess.          As was customary for such funerals, Aida invited her wicked drunk foster mother and no one else because everybody was tired of attending the funerals of her poor “pets”. But...