Candied Lemon
Kate knew it would not work with Ethan when she watched him remove the thinly sliced circles of candied lemon…
We Mistakenly Think It Keeps Growing
# Freddie goes missing overnight on a Sunday. That week is a blur of search parties and candlelight vigils, porch…
If we name it Mittens, can we please keep the food delivery bot, please?
That July, all our dreams were bones. T-rex bones, kneecap bones, bones larger than our house, bones of a dinosaur…
Is Now and Ever Shall Be
The paper clips look like angels if you bend them a certain way. We wear them reverently or as reverently…
possible future for our daughter #683
In this future, my mistakes as a parent—the ones my friends told me not to beat myself up about—they make…
Pairs
A new pair of underwear arrives in the mail on the 14th of every month. The subscription service delivers on…
Along the Edge of the Fading Light
I pick up stuff. Things others left behind. Scarves, mittens, dollar bills, pens, rings. And I cannot describe what it…
Third Thumb
Ma has a third thumb. It hangs from her pocket when she thinks no one’s looking, drags behind her as…
Ice on the Wings
I get to relive one day. That’s all. For me, a crash ended everything, but the full range of trauma…
Stanislavski’s Fly
Character and Expression class. Monday. A black box theater. The teacher clutches her cross pendant, “We must be looking above…
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