Winter Walk in PittsburghBlizzard so bright the sky turned dark.Pleasant-sting of flakes against cold-flushed cheeks. A parka-bundled neighborshovel-scrapes his front walk. We gesture to the snow, palms up, as if in prayer. I love it, I yell. Me too, he says. Cold-mist erupts from our mouths—incense to the gelid gods. I get worried, I say, Continue reading

by Charlie Brice In Cheyenne we never did those drillswhere we hid under our desks, paperatop our heads, to fend off the falloutthat would kill us. Frances E. Warren Air Force Base was two miles away.Cheyenne was ringed with ICBMs hiddenin prairie-silos. In Cheyenne, we practicedgetting home on time. If it took more than fifteen Continue reading