Character and Expression class. Monday. A black box theater. The teacher clutches her cross pendant, “We must be looking above…

We bury Lil Fucker facing north in the frozen yard, halfway between the dogwood tree and the rusted tin shed,…

But not really. It’s a nickname, something my sister used to call me. You wouldn’t know my real name. He…

In the time that my mother has been missing, the skies have turned a gray, roiling mass. The radio is…

Does Love exist? Is fat meat greasy? Cuz ain’t no way I could’ve fallen so hard, so fast, so far,…

One day Neela will run inside and steal me away. The other wigs roll their eyes. They smell the hope…

The traveler isn’t lonely. The ghosts of dead oceans joined the ship soon after the first onion sprouted in the…

I find my boyfriend’s car parked in front of the Hillside Motel and consider shattering the windows or, at least,…

Step into the Mexican restaurant together, you beautiful protagonists. Shake the drops off your umbrellas. Wouldn’t’ve guessed it from the…

Mei turns into a flower whenever we touch. Her pupils blossom into glossy hibiscuses—hues of red and peach and white.…