Chanda Feldman

You alter the path once and once the children see the shadows in the alcove under the school’s front steps, the bars, the down-white plumage, the herb-green feathering, you walk closer to peer into the aviary at the parrots and parakeets. “Hello,” you said, and the birds said nothing. “Hello,” the children said in their …

You look under the low tent sheltering from the sun, the compromise in showing them, the best way to protect the color is to keep them covered, as if under the surface of the dry, sandy dirt as they were before excavation. The pigmented stones, none of them larger than a tooth, and the picture …

The performance over and the crowd’s dispersal into the dark, rain sheened, winter streets. We among them in the amber glow of streetlights, our silhouettes across the cobblestones, elongated and elegant. The restaurant we chose at a late hour, the server’s affectionate confidence, leading us with her hand, her Madame et monsieur, pleased to have …