
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…
Lil Fucker
We bury Lil Fucker facing north in the frozen yard, halfway between the dogwood tree and the rusted tin shed,…
T, My Name is Tonya
But not really. It’s a nickname, something my sister used to call me. You wouldn’t know my real name. He…
Landfall
In the time that my mother has been missing, the skies have turned a gray, roiling mass. The radio is…
Love 1992: A Catechism*
Does Love exist? Is fat meat greasy? Cuz ain’t no way I could’ve fallen so hard, so fast, so far,…
Malia
One day Neela will run inside and steal me away. The other wigs roll their eyes. They smell the hope…
Longing on the Journey to Proxima B
The traveler isn’t lonely. The ghosts of dead oceans joined the ship soon after the first onion sprouted in the…
Gentlemen Callers
I find my boyfriend’s car parked in front of the Hillside Motel and consider shattering the windows or, at least,…
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