Month: April 2013

• // in memory

  When I flew to Seattle for my father’s memorial service, my mother and I—and sometimes the people who streamed through my parents’ house for the days and weeks to come—sat on the back patio and stared out at Puget Sound. My mom smoked a steady chain of cigarettes. I folded, chest into thighs. We laughed with…

  TKM

  April 12, 2013

  poetry, press, sped