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The “Lyric I” tied its sheets together and flew the coop, confessed itself off the balcony.

In 1906 Horatio Applewood watched a white man slip a Belgian Browning, a five-shot rifle, into his father’s hand as barter for a rowboat he had built from scratch.

I start lucky. Two friends in Southeast Alaska have a permit and a boat and invite me to join them as a deckhand, gillnetting. For three summers, we share a bunk and work within a few feet of each other, coming back to Juneau most weekends...

All the rain in the world

is falling, making
a door you can’t open.

We made a dance of all the ways

we’d hurt our bodies.

Is EMDR a psychotherapeutic breakthrough, pseudoscience, or a little bit of both?

An itinerant photographer has set up his camera, lights, and chair in a local grocery store. This was many years ago. I was there, I saw it myself.