Sometimes you think about her hands. Sometimes, before the sun hits the sky, you sit at the kitchen table, crimping…

The creature who lives in the well makes noises at night. Small noises as if it doesn’t want to disturb…

My brother is the smallest man in the world. I’m not even kidding. Most of the time, he lives in…

They came to town, one riding a lawnmower, the other carrying a leaf blower, their hair shorn tight and crisp…

The pigeon-pea, that lies under seventeen cardboard mattresses, grew in the stone age, amongst wild animals, and traveled across time…

She imagines you dead in the bathtub. The split second you slide under. The gasp. The sputter. She catches you,…

Tonight, I make my return to the water. The weather is warm, the moon full, the time right again to…

Sixty minutes before she steps in front of a speeding van, she blenders bird seeds with berries for her vegan…

That fall we spent our Saturdays deep in Amish country. We didn’t live there, but Becca’s boyfriend did, forty minutes…

My uncle had a spotted pig, called Stripe. Which tells you a lot about my uncle. It started small but…