MLR

A hognose snake turns in oxbows around loosestrife and sedge. It wends through sugar sand. What do the streams and ...

A wide shoal of land abuts the salt marshes. Water rouged by bog iron decants across flat plains, stunted pines ...

She closes her book when he comes out of the water holding the tuna–so big he has to use both ...

At age 9, I fell 2.1m (7’) from a cinderblock wall and right into an oil puddle on a cratered ...

Not long ago, I acquired a curious figurine from a seller on eBay. The figurine is made of bronze and ...

Naked feet in the dark sand beside ever darker water. The boy raises his thin reasoned hands, beseeching. Two adults, ...

The Youth Fellowship had lost its way. At the crossroads, the eldest among them, Angus, had, huffily, wondered aloud which ...

Driving home one day from a neighbor’s funeral, you feel a thump under the wheels and think perhaps you’ve driven ...

I thought I saw him only once, maybe ten years after he died. I was driving down a little two ...

Whenever echoes of last summer’s panic attack hit me, like now, I take refuge in facts, actions, and distractions. Fact: ...

Cheryl’s clock radio alarm shocked her awake at eight-thirty. She jabbed at the shut-off button, her eyes half-closed as she ...

They call your kind Indian Paintbrush in legend, a plant used by a boy to paint the sunset – all ...

The devil invented the world a long time ago but not as long ago as you might think. He invented ...

I woke in the kitchen Grandma was praying with her matchbox filled with cockroaches Grandmother, Nonna, in her red smock ...

Red is a hot color, my children’s poem reads, like fire/like volcano/like magma swooshing through the earth, like roses/strawberries/hearts/ lips, ...

I recognized the new Assessment Expert when I was leaning against the bar. He smiled as soon as he saw ...

in dim light and deep silence we first confront, then struggle to know, to revere the void Soft light from ...

are perfect for full moon parties the lights of Adams-Morgan and Dupont Circle span out like pinnules on a sea ...

Sideways rain still soaks her, even under an umbrella. Wind swoops it inside out, some Mary Poppins shit. Yanks it ...

This is a world now with only the songs of crows. The robins are silent this year. The cardinals call ...

"believe in yourself and the world will be at your feet." Swami Vivekananda I have always ridden, pigheadedly, on celestial ...

A twilit world twitches alert when the dog and I crunch across mown fields, pointed crisp grass. Dark shapes dip, ...

On an afternoon just like this, when the sky goes dark, I stand and flip the lock and raise the ...