An excerpt: “It appears as if the lightning bug is trapped in a glass bottle. A small child’s hands might hold it close to her eyes, so close her eyes might cross until she blinks behind her glasses. It’s mesmerizing how the curved glass magnifies the bug. She can see the split of its two wings along…Read More
Writing
“A History of Westward Movements”
An excerpt: “Instinctively, I shifted my weight away from the continental edge, leaning back into the east. Though my toes touched the coastline, my shoulder blades sought reassurance in the certainty of my past, as if I might conjure against my back all the warmth and security of a sun-warmed brick wall during recess; its…Read More