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In 1504, a small calico cleaned her paw near a roughwell. Two children threw sticks a few yards away. And the sun reflected off them and traveledback out of an atmosphere no one yet understood. This is how it always goes. It is no kind of magic. This is howwe see into the pasts of far away objects and the just- past we call the…
Minutes from the Great Salt Lake Whale Watch Society Attending Ryan Habermeyer, Society President Ryan Habermeyer, Folklorist Ryan Habermeyer, Amateur Zoologist Ryan Habermeyer, Archivist Ryan Habermeyer, True-Believing Mormon Ryan Habermeyer, Formerly-Known-as-True-Believing-Mormon Not in Attendance David Hyams, Christine Baczek Meeting called to order at 5:01 PM by President. Business: Motion to accept the minutes from previous meeting. Motion unanimously approved. Opening Remarks: As a historical anecdote,…
Ephemerals Climbing the Cataract Falls TrailWe don’t notice the drop-offs much,The abyss. Only the flowers, tiny and paleWith big leaves, and ferns, workingBackward from the reservoir up cataract to cataract,Chasing time backwardsThe closer we get to sky. Once, our 14-year-oldTwirled away from usToward the sea, and I was happy.Your mother’s tumor grew itselfFrom seed, from darkness. I thought the ephemerals would be gone—spring turnsWith such…
I don’t know a trans guy who wants bottom surgery. I don’t know a trans guy who knows what it entails. I know eight trans guys who did a brief Google image search before clearing their history and slamming their laptop shut. I know seven if you don’t count me. It was easy in Maryland because there were so few of us. It was me…
We stopped playing basketball as soon as Pastor Rigo shepherded a goat into the church’scourtyard. The creature was past its prime: its teeth were yellow banana Chiclets; its horns stuckout thick and gnarled like croissants; and its hooves chipped at the ends of its toes like bittencaramel apples. Yet all I could think of was what Uncle Daniel, Rigo’s brother, had told me:“Make sure to…