March | 2017 | Fawn Rising

Soon

There’s a hole in my bed where we slept. I leave a light on just in case you come. And sometimes I set a place for you at the table. You never come. Still, I listen for your sound at the door. You never come. I can feel your breath crossing my heart. I can […]

For the Love of Gaining Competency

I am excited. I love learning new things. At the time of this writing, I am a teacher of prospective teachers. Today I learn how to measure, cut, and nail four-foot long, four-by-four-inch pieces of wood at 20-degree angles so my deck railings slant outward, away from the deck edges for rainwater runoff. In reality, they are […]

Sisters

It is a strange and disarming truce she, Montana Mattingly, enters into, not really knowing with whom. Her sister is dying and likes to hint that their mother owes them some unspoken debt from a vague and never fully defined childhood memory. That is her sister’s perspective. Life rules modeled by the family: People […]