My Father, the Atomic Bomb
I would not be who I am today were it not for the Bomb.
Had there not been a bomb, my biological father—a Manhattan Project physicist—would not have died in 1951 from radiation-induced cancer a month before my fourth birthday, . . .
The Name Means Thunder
I am no longer blind, but there was a time many years ago when I lost my vision. Next week I’ll see the eye doctor for my cataracts, and he’ll ask if my eyes were ever damaged. . . .
Callie Barr’s Black Bottom
In memory of Callie Barr, known in historical record
as caretaker of William Faulkner’s family
. . .
Translating the Word for Home
A small city disappears in
the near-sighted dusk of a coastal winter.
Someone is walking home as I once did.
Someone is thinking as I did once
this is their neighborhood, . . .