The vibration of the harvest gold phone that hung from our kitchen wall the last Sunday you called. Mom’s fingernails…

Thinking about how she flung a softball right into my dad’s eye. How with her he was like helluva pitch,…

A plane ploughs through the clouds as she scrubs and cleans the plugholes in the washbasins and the kitchen sink…

At some point, we’ll forget the rabbit’s name, how it came to die, the rush we were in to bury…

There’s a beautiful beach. You get there by walking through a shady path, and then you’re on the soft sand.…

I once fucked a guy in a redwood water tank. The kind that once held water caught from rain, maybe…

My face turns into my aunt’s face as I age. Now we know what she would have looked like at…

Now that the Arctic isn’t cold anymore, The Blob is awake and tearing through malls like a post-breakup trust fund…

For only seventy-seven dollars, the TV preacher promises God will grant me a miracle. He clasps his hands in prayer,…

I bury my dead in this garden. Over there, under the cabbage roses. They haunt me through the day. At…