She drops her bag on the couch, slips the loafers off her feet, pads into the kitchen to ferret out a snack. She doesn’t hear her mother’s footsteps behind her until it’s too late. “Where were you?” Maia whips around, hitting the open refrigerator door with one elbow and suppressing a yelp. “I wa...
I bike a roundabout way to school that morning, wanting to put off the inevitable as long as possible despite the gentle, half-hearted rain that mists down in a chilly cloud. I’m listening to the same Earth album I’ve been playing for weeks, the sludgy wall of guitar soothing me as I pedal, like ...
I knew what languages were spoken in the world I wanted to inhabit, and if I was not yet fluent in them, if I needed years still to untangle the grammar and syntax of thermodynamics, the poiesis of astrophysics and particles and the movement of light, I understood nevertheless the alphabets in wh...