Diamonds for My Daughters
Sometimes you think about her hands. Sometimes, before the sun hits the sky, you sit at the kitchen table, crimping…
The Bottom of a Well is Also a Home
The creature who lives in the well makes noises at night. Small noises as if it doesn’t want to disturb…
My Brother, Named and Unnamed
My brother is the smallest man in the world. I’m not even kidding. Most of the time, he lives in…
Hair, Teeth
They came to town, one riding a lawnmower, the other carrying a leaf blower, their hair shorn tight and crisp…
The Pigeon-Pea Princess of Sanganakallu
The pigeon-pea, that lies under seventeen cardboard mattresses, grew in the stone age, amongst wild animals, and traveled across time…
Your Mother Imagines You Dead
She imagines you dead in the bathtub. The split second you slide under. The gasp. The sputter. She catches you,…
Shed This Skin
Tonight, I make my return to the water. The weather is warm, the moon full, the time right again to…
Woman of the Hour
Sixty minutes before she steps in front of a speeding van, she blenders bird seeds with berries for her vegan…
Switch
That fall we spent our Saturdays deep in Amish country. We didn’t live there, but Becca’s boyfriend did, forty minutes…
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