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In the 1960s, James Royce lived in a suburban enclave tacked onto the side of Memphis, Tennessee. It was called Raleigh and it was...

The first ghost I met   said he could extinguish   me like a candle flame.   A single gust, and I’d be gone. I learned to breathe light   into every cell...

Go-go boots.                                                                                                                After Dorianne Laux Satin blouse. Dining hall porcelain cradling oolong.   Garbage liner. Woven handles on a handbag. Zigzags on an auntie’s knitted blanket. Secret...

'Sometimes it’s like being trapped inside a box.' One of my friends had told me this during a conversation we were having about creativity and...

I was eight years old when I brought the kitten home. It was the summer I started riding horses, and to pay for my...

Ben and Heather, they sure have moved around. But always, always do they reconnect. Heather and Ben. Ben and Heather. The real story, the one...

We were wild and determined that night, me sixteen, firm and flowering, needing to be loved. He was just some guy from school, looking older than eighteen, football player...

You didn’t grieve your son’s death, not for one full year, because you didn’t realize that he was dead. You went to the burial, you...

The 1799 birth certificate has a poem in its design. We read it, admire the art, and then my daughter asks, “Daddy, what’s my birth poem?” I’m oddly embarrassed to...

Here I am again. All alone again. Don't know why I even bother. I've thrown the towel in, once or twice before. Now I don't know if...