We waded around the pool and shouted in whispers, “Marco,” or, “polo,” and if we felt daring, we played sharks and minnows. All of Laura’s friends were in high school and they were the kind of girls my friends dreamed about during their daily after-school bathroom rituals. Normally these girls - my sister’s friends - wouldn’t even talk to us, but ( Read more... )

My sister, Laura, and I had always wanted a swimming pool, so we were excited when one appeared in our backyard last summer. My father felt the same way. He had just been laid off from work ( Read more... )

ten fifteen you were asleep the microphone dangled at my feet as i walked around in the dark and listened to the floorboards creak and that fog horn calls out in the bay that somnolent moan and the ships find their way the city glows and you sleep lost in dream and all times blend together into one thing what do we remember what do we know the ( Read more... )