EARTHBIND --Laura Post
He asks me casually if I ever want to get married, and I think about how I can't even stand guided tours.
A little girl at the top of the jungle gym shrieks, "Housekeeping!" imperiously at the children in the sandbox below.
Mira tells me her second day of medical school was a human dissection lab. While trying to make an incision, she looked down and realized she'd been holding the cadaver's hand.
I move to Ohio in another attempt to trap and release myself. I will do something ridiculous. I will do something.
Drinking beer and trying to split open an acorn squash, I drive thin white blade of a knife deep into my thumb.
What can love do in the hands of the fearful?












