Oregon, Columbine, October, November, December—

  I think of you, fellow teacher, and I fear what lies on the other side of the door, the window, the rain. What power lies in waiting, what anger, what brown paper bag concealing fire. I lean back in my desk chair and make myself a little smaller, blend into the...

Reading David Dodd Lee

  THE WHITE SEA   Spin the big wheel of weather. So it’s seven degrees. I could have sworn it was balmy and getting ready         to storm eight minutes ago. One definition of a slob is someone who runs out to the street through a foot of...