Moon Pillow
After three days, my husband comes home with the moon pillow, still in its plastic. I don’t know how he…
Love Street Blues
I wanted to live on Love Street when I grew up. To steal paperbacks about salvation sex and hide them…
Of Photography and Truth
Image You’re always embarrassed in photographs, holding up your hand, saying wait, wait, and it’s your hair or your makeup…
Small Talk
Around the dining room, the guests make small talk. The talk of some is so small, it is quark-sized. Some…
Motherhood/Mouth
Mother is desperate. Baby will not stop crying. Her toothless maw quivers, her eyes slit, her cheeks squinch red. Mother…
Almost There
He hands me a place card, high rag-content, from our glittering table with someone else’s name in calligraphy so elegant…
All False Starts
That the dog didn’t bark was the first sign. Who acts like that, who, tell me who acts like that…
5 Greek Refusals: A micro series
Because the princess was dying of love for the suitor, the suitor who was so athletic and so strong, the…
DARK: Four micros
Living so closely When the girl falls off a cliff, a few people hear a shriek, see a black dot…
We Smoke
We smoke because the nuns say we shouldn’t—he-man Marlboros or Salems, slender and meadow fresh, over cups of thin coffee…
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