Finding Unpublished Verses
If you lose your parents in middle age, then by the time you sort their school papers, you’ve resolved most…
Seven Cemeteries
Reconstructing a Grandmother
From out of the blue, I get a message from Dan, a stranger living on the other side of the…
The Suitcase at the Center of Nebraska
Some of the photographs in my family files are grotesque and frightening, others are mundane, and a few are unintentionally…
My Impending Catastrophe
Today, L.A. is deep into its late summer routines. Kids are back in school. Labor Day is already forgotten. As…
Imperfection
Few of us will tolerate a lousy family photo. These days, the marginal cost of a bad shot is exactly…
The Stillborn Photograph
The story is this: Mary bore the twin sons in the shopfront’s upstairs bedroom. She and her husband Will named one…
Gods and Gastropods
It is 1968. I am eleven years old. In the last few months, I have begun reorganizing my late childhood,…
Bureaucrats, Ancestors, and Nabokov’s Butterflies
Though bureaucracy is unloved, many of us devote our leisure time to bureaucratic pursuits. We organize needle and thread in…
The Divided Self
It is the summer of 2011, and I am at an outdoor café in Psiri with my cousin Eleni, graffiti…
Max’s Half of the Photo
This is my grandfather Max. In 1948, Dora, my freshly divorced grandmother cut his body out of their wedding portrait…
Left Write & Centaur 