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Odyssey
Inside its cardboard box, the bird seems to sense that freedom is near. As a volunteer for the local wildlife rescue organization, I often transport sick, injured or orphaned birds to their hospital. On this September day, though, I’m to release this healed bird back to the wild.
Gabriel and the Rhinemaidens
Gabriel Miles fled from his classroom in the only fine-arts building of the only English-speaking college in Vienna, walked fast and then almost ran down the concrete steps and onto the cobblestones, past a shoe store and a bookstore and sex-toy shop and a plaque
All Things Must Pass
During my senior year of college, a therapist will tell me I think too much and ask me to explain what it is like in my head, but right now, we are stuck in a traffic jam on a highway that winds around and over downtown.
Sinkholes
We didn’t talk about how I lived in a trailer. You knew it, but we never said so.
That old aluminum Diet Coke can—cinder blocks instead of wheels, waist-high dogs knocking you flat every time you came over—loomed in plain sight up on the hill, above the pond that my daddy drove the mower into when we were little.
Grandpa Louis’s Escape
I was about eight; I think, when I walked passed my fathers office and saw him crying. For a child to see a parent cry is unnerving. True they are human beings, but children want to feel that their parents are stronger than they are and will always protect them.