Author Archive | jriemerm

–Washington, D.C., July 1992 A spider-lean woman, gray hair cropped to within an inch of her skull, pale eyes cocked (more…)

A young boy is plucked from history like an arrow (more…)

Sleep is drifting across the tall grass singing lullabies to the snakes. (more…)

Sometimes at night the birds forget what they are (more…)

All our threads spindle upward together, a yarn immeasurable and tenuous as prayer (more…)

While the trees slept, someone gave them a soul. Waking, their black branches wept (more…)