As the sky reddens, it only stares, silent and steady like me. As the sun sets we only stare, although it’s time to sleep. I want it to...

but who I’d see on the other side stops me. Our eyes would meet as if he were alive (though he was never alive). Those eyes—they see a...

In my teens, we moved to the sky. My mother turned to clouds; my father, to rotor blades. I turned to the moon. The blades razed the...