The G-Word

The G-Word

May 04, 2021

At every sleepover birthday party, we take turns lying on the shag rug, spread our fingers under Julie-Diana-Deanna’s head/shoulders/hips/arms/legs/feet, and recite little-girl mumbo jumbo, trying to levitate each other.

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The Language of Longing

The Language of Longing

May 04, 2021

When I first learn Hebrew at Temple Beth Abraham Sunday school in Oakland, California circa ‘73, we memorize basic words, including ice cream—glida—which I mistake for God, both hard G’s and stressed D’s.

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Still Life

Still Life

April 27, 2021

She drew still lifes. Still lifes on the verge of putrefying.

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Breathing Underwater

Breathing Underwater

April 20, 2021

A thick black line appears in the distance, stretching six feet across. As the shadow grows bigger, it starts to undulate. It has wings.

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I Can't Sleep

I Can't Sleep

April 13, 2021

I never dream and when I wake up I don’t feel like I’ve even been asleep. Sometimes I wake up thinking I’ve been awake. It’s nothing.

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Composite Characters: Alice

Composite Characters: Alice

April 06, 2021

“The first few years of my life were original, then I kept replaying the same scenes with new actors,” I said, trying to explain myself, to make some kind of amends.

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Desert Hearts

Desert Hearts

March 30, 2021

I was sitting on my friend's balcony, drinking her family's homemade wine, when I realized for the hundredth time that I loved her.

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In Living Color

In Living Color

March 23, 2021

That February begins with Groundhog’s Day seems like a cruel joke.

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1962: A Ghost Story

1962: A Ghost Story

March 16, 2021

“Honey.” Her voice is still gentle. “A man can’t move into another man’s house.”

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Dear Child of the Future

Dear Child of the Future

March 02, 2021

Back in these past eras, some of us talked about white supremacy like an iceberg, with the bulk of its mass below the surface, but this articulation was limited: there was nothing natural or inherent about whiteness, or capitalism and colonialism, machines finely-honed after centuries of cruel operation.

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Sanctuary City

Sanctuary City

February 23, 2021

 I said it was like being an altar boy all over again, only with a cheaper kind of thrill.

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This Could Be Love - Ruminate Magazine

This Could Be Love

February 20, 2021

She drags me to each room, to each shadow: the witch, the devil, her own figure at the space where a closet meets the wall.

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Papa's Tallit - Ruminate Magazine

Papa's Tallit

February 20, 2021

It was also a good thing I had no idea what Papa was saying because every morning he thanked God he was not born a woman.

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Ghost Feathers - Ruminate Magazine

Ghost Feathers

February 20, 2021

The cold in the laundromat is specific. It is a broken-radiator cold, Buffalo, New York cold, the rotten-side-of-the-holidays cold, the cold you feel when a spirit is close.

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For the good of those who love him - Ruminate Magazine

For the Good of Those Who Love Him

February 19, 2021

Saul’s father sits down next to him, lights Saul’s candle and pats his leg. He’s always more affectionate in church, like he’s forgotten his normal behaviors. Distracted by the possibility of God, he remembers Saul.  

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8oz of Water

8oz of Water

February 18, 2021

Robin Gow's poem "8oz of water" appears in Issue No. 52: In Transit.

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Should A Catastrophe Occur - Ruminate Magazine

Should a Catastrophe Occur

February 17, 2021

"To be honest, half my life I’ve wanted to hide in a cupboard."

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All This Time Her Bones

All This Time Her Bones

February 16, 2021

Have you come to the part of your life in which you contemplate your mother’s bones?

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In Ourselves, In Our Writing

In Ourselves, In Our Writing

February 15, 2021

When we write about people of our own creation, when we write fiction, there’s different work to do. We aren’t just noticing and deciding how to tell what we’ve noticed or experienced...We’re painting in those faint images and sensations ourselves, layering them onto more concrete descriptions of place and reality.

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Sighting Grief

February 09, 2021

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Spoiled

Spoiled

February 09, 2021

As the sun soars, heat blots out birdsong, the scratchy call of insects, and soon there’s nothing but the tramp of our boots across the parched earth.

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Hazy Skies

Hazy Skies

February 08, 2021

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Night Piece

Night Piece

February 03, 2021

Ruminate Happenings Spotlight on Anne McGrath.

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If Party Wolf Jumps

If Party Wolf Jumps

January 26, 2021

All of which is to say when you remember Baker now it’s best to remember him with the wolf mask on, and if you remember the weeks you spent dating his older sister, remember only the good parts and the parts that make you look good.

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Wait for Me

Wait for Me

January 19, 2021

I might spend five minutes yelling into the phone, "It's me, Mamina! Your Granddaughter!" And I will hear, "Who? Who?" And I'll try and try again to no avail and think she can't hear me anymore, she can't see me anymore.

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And From His Grave a Rose

And From His Grave a Rose

January 12, 2021

We drank hot black Turkish coffee, quashing our grimaces, pretending our tastes had changed.

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Laundry

Laundry

January 05, 2021

 I left after fifteen years. It was decades before I wore white, again.

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for the love of lowly things (for Mary) - Ruminate Magazine

for the love of lowly things (for Mary)

December 15, 2020

In December, it is the season of Advent in the church calendar, and in the sanctuary, large-scale artwork of a pregnant belly adorns the stage. I wonder at the quiet fury and joy of Mary, her declaration in the Magnificat that God has “filled the hungry and sent the rich away empty.”

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Origin Story - Ruminate Magazine

Origin Story

December 01, 2020

I understand the urge to do it up, up up and away, until you get so far gone and high the only place to come back down is on some open stretch of highway.

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Three Erasures - Ruminate Magazine

Three Erasures

November 24, 2020

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My Condolences - Ruminate Magazine

My Condolences

November 17, 2020

The girl, whose name I never learned, didn’t die before the song was over, and we never saw her again.

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The Ducks in Winter - Ruminate Magazine

The Ducks in Winter

November 10, 2020

I even envy my old life now, my own youth, so I start rearranging the furniture to make the past come back, or some of it.

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Not Always the Hero - Ruminate Magazine

Not Always the Hero

November 03, 2020

It is difficult to realize that someone you respect and care for understands you and people that look like you as self-centered and reactionary because you demand inalienable rights.

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Beneath a Vacant Sky - Ruminate Magazine

Beneath a Vacant Sky

October 20, 2020

Marla is convinced that if the moon hadn’t exploded, Austin would’ve kissed her.

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Dream Journal - Ruminate Magazine

Dream Journal

October 13, 2020

I’m a little girl with short hair again, but I can no longer slip back into the silent games she used to play.

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