January 2016

Shells by Chris Arthur

Mitra episcopalis shells

Two photographs of my Uncle Tony are the obvious place to begin. One shows him in an open grave with another man. In the second, he’s being embraced by a vampire.

Genotype by Sarah M. Wells

close up of hand on hoe in garden

When I walk into the Hitch’n Post for a gallon of milk, the cashier behind the counter calls out, “You must be a Fugman… you Roger’s daughter?”

Card Catalogues by Marcia Bradley

card catalog close-up shot

My daughter Frances is a reader. Not that she’d appreciate me telling you this. She doesn’t like me to categorize her. Even though saying someone is a reader should be good. Right? It’s not like saying she’s a thief.

Truth is a Foreign Object by Mary Scherf

photo of luis and birth certificate adoption

Close to midnight, nine hours after my arrest, I heard the charges against me read. The court clerk spoke en Espanol. Enrique Gonzalez Rodriguez, a lawyer the embassy arranged to represent me, sat too close to me, translating.

Big Sky Mind by Emilie Rohrbach

skydiving over farm fields

…here I was as the plane ascended, a 33-year-old, hunched over on my knees and harnessed to Don, a man who is supposedly in the Guinness Book of World Records for the most jumps out of an airplane…