Their child died, murdered with gunfire, alongside the children of their neighbors, the children of people they’d never met, the adults who taught them and coached them. The gunman died…
We are the wolf-toothed women whose mouths drip apple poison. Children, beware: the night is dark and full of terror but the real danger lurks within the house— and by…
The thing about being a bird now, not touching the ground for days, is it becomes hard to uncrook your fingers. People are always looking at your underside, no matter…
Different this time. They are sadder. You remember what your husband said: Every sound reflects your experience. Imagine: You unzip the mosquito net, trail your palms against pine, snap palmettos…
A woman is married to a bucket of rain water. Introduced by mutual friends, she was taken by her suitor’s courtesy, a quality she had found lacking in the men…
For Kerry and Laura The Weird Sisters transfer into fifth grade in April and everyone knows that if they become friends with anyone it will be with us. We are…
Galatea was once an ivory tusk. She curved skyward, white smooth sickle under an elephant lip. This was the African interior, drier than Cyprus, wilder, blazed gold with grasses. The…
The white walls snarl at everyone. Katie, paint everything with good colors. If the white teeth follow the white anger, bite through the old mapping. Taste that lead like it’s…
lightning bolts inside forearms stomach-bloomed orchids undulating chest circuitry bees behind the eyes bruise on the inner thigh word-noose mermaid’s voice ghost hands holes in the mouth the teeth that…
One day he was a toothbrush, the next day he was an ottoman. He tried to go with the flow, to let fingers shove him in mouths, or legs and…
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