ERIN CONWAY

The television reminds, “Sometimes the stress becomes too much, even for sequoias.”

I cringe and pray the ripped skin on my nails healed over two days, thrice, keeps its red to itself. 

“I like the sound.  What is that?” Dad asks.

The sureness, trueness of needle through...

“A seed is a conveyance system for information. . . 

A genetically modified organism is a plant, animal microorganism.  So a GMO is also small.  Small enough to fit in a seed.  But, large enough to contain a virus.

A virus is infectious.

A virus is in photos, so...

We grow up.  We grow older.  

We remember things.  We remember particular things better than others because each year we repeat them.

When?  How?  Do the things we remember start to fall away, because they’re not the same.  

In Guatemala, I a...

Though a far cry from Diego Rivera, I always loved the mural depicting the metamorphosis of a pastel tinted butterfly.  In recent years, a committee set with the rejuvenation of downtown has tasked themselves with commissioning other, more vibrant and detailed works li...

I had written down the address and phone number for the Land Conservation office at least two years ago on a slow day at the library information desk.  The slip of paper slowly moved towards the back of the stack of other slips of paper with my “maybe” type of informat...

Heavy feet.  Weighted movement. 

The door opens.  Four cement steps.

1, 2, 3 gray crumble down.

Too quickly off the doorway ledge.

I say, “no”.

The dog stops.

1, 2, 3 pebbles round.

Just black.  No path ahead.

I say, “no”.

The dog stares.

1, 2, 3 bare corners ground.

No...

The DNR trail camera for the Snapshot program arrived in the UPS box.  I simply needed to select a tree, set the clock and turn it on.  I set it unopened knowing that I would need a weekend to be able to walk out to the back of our field and secure it to a tree.  When...

(Book One Meets Book Two)

Book One:  My name is You Throw Like A Girl:  The Blind Spot of Masculinity.   What is yours?

Book Two:  My name is When You Ask Me Where I’m Going. 

Book One:  Nice to meet you. 

Book Two:  I’m not sure yet.  Where are yo...

“A parent worries, when he won’t be around,” Dad says every so often.
 

“I’ll be fine.”

“But, you know.  A parent wonders who you’ll ask.  How you’ll figure it out?”

“I can figure things out.  I can look things up.  You know.  Like GPS.”

But, Google still re...