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Hammer & File

The January that William fell down—1968—his father had plugged Christmas lights one strand into the next and laid them circular-wise around the banks of the skating pond immediately behind their house. The bulbed string haloed William as he lay on …

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Harm’s Way

1.

For years I said nothing.

Silent, I paid close attention to the words that others used.

I heard writers of nonfiction quote the opening sentence of Joan Didion’s essay “The White Album”: “We tell ourselves stories in order to …

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Epithalamion

 

When I was a girl in Wisconsin, I dreamed I ’d marry

a man from Michigan. Then I did. When I was a man

from Michigan, I dreamed I ’d marry a begonia,

flowers choked with pollen. When I

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Invisible Star Maps

For my stepdaughter Kari Harvey (23 December 1982–10 May 2016)

We know that we have passed out of death into life.

—1 John 3:14

Wherever we go we leave a thumbprint of the soul.

Ghosts of words we never said

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Left

She broke all his moments in half with the kitchen door standing open.

—Anne Carson, “The Glass Essay”

 

A Good Place to Dig

When my mother left, I had no idea of her leaving. She took nothing with her, …

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Dazzle, Mimic, Blend

Recently, after writing for a long while on World War II, I was exhausted by the subject, which had become a joyless task—as it sometimes needs to be. But then, the Saturday night of Labor Day weekend, my husband and …

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