She seemed a bit better that morning, but we kept the appointment, expecting to be sent home in the sheeting rain with a floppy bag of expensive food and an orange tube of pills.

Eddie’s dad was a psychopath who delighted in cruelty to his children and their friends and one night…

My son is still with me. We are sitting in the grass on a warm summer evening, looking up, when the star-burdened sky . . .

I play in the forest near our apartment building assigned by the American military ten years after the war is over. I am building . . .

Your bony shoulders, red pepper, tell me you’re ready to go wherever we take you—