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Short Story
Feb.03.2013
Hayden's Ferry Review
After Cairn, Spitsbergen Number 1, wide-bellied, cracked and creviced, with slits and hollows, breasts and teeth.  Where did I come from?   Someone with finger-bones fashioned you to be a hunting blind, a compass point, True North.  Number 1 shifts her hips.  Given enough time (latitude, wind, quakes, neglect), she (we) will uncobble and...
Feb.03.2013
Gastronomica: The Journal of Food and Culture
1 We say down to the bare bones, expose the framework. Down to the square nails, hand hewn, raw. Unfinished, we say. Barn, ship, cradle, manger, belly of the beast. We say expose; the contractor says insulate. We say rustic; he says code. We say reuse: doors, windows, hardware. He says okay but expensive—to make it work, to get it flush. We don’t mind if it’s a...
Column
Jun.19.2008
Wondertime
  A Christmas Mitzvah They had the tree and the menorah. But when you get past the holiday package, what's inside? One family's door-to-door search for meaning. "It's like Santa's workshop!" says my daughter Chloe as she peers into the meeting room at the Hebrew Rehabilitation Center, where hundreds of gift bags are lined up on tables, their contents...
Short Story
Jun.19.2008
Boston Review
  Three Mothers AROUND DAWN this morning as I lie sleeping, I am visited by my grandmother Rebecca, who died two years ago this week. I see her in a room, reach past someone toward her. Who is it I reach past? I don't quite remember, except that she is a big-bosomed woman, wide and German-looking, someone I feel I once knew well. In fact I think, now, that she...
Short Story
Jun.11.2008
Ploughshares, Fall 2000
  The Mourning Door by Elizabeth Graver The first thing she finds is a hand. In the beginning, she thinks it's a tangle of sheet or a wadded sock caught between the mattress cover and the mattress, a bump the size of a walnut but softer, more yielding. She feels it as she's lying, lazing, in bed. Often, lately, her body keeps her beached, though today the sun...