“a marriage” is dedicated to the poet and dancer, Sandra Doller. Kaneshiro Araki was the tiniest man Margaret Morri had ever seen, at just under eight inches tall, weighing in at two pounds, six ounces fully clothed, and she loved him passionately, devotedly, from the moment he first parted hair from her face and kissed her, until their final kiss thirty-eight years later, Kane’s tears…
Up There
Antitheticality
When I died I had a self reminder on the back of my hand. I forget what it said now, but it was something like, Don’t forget that thing you are supposed to remember. My sister, fresh from meditation, found me face down in a pile of intention, and tried to scrub it off my hand so as not to upset Mother, who always warned…
OR 122 Painted Hills
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Our sixth-grade classroom smelled of stale peanut butter and scrapped fruit wafting from the lunch pails inside our desks—those we’d crouched under in drills during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Word problems and diagrammed sentences sprawled across the blackboards flanking the front and side of the room, and sunlight spilled through the casement windows running along the outside wall—the sun in Philadelphia, the same one we…