Big brother, magic isn’t gone yet. This nihilistic ice castle will not keep me out. Snowflakes are still perfectly made, no matter how you explain their fractals. As you shove…
Yesterday, anthropologists came, took pictures of my foot. Their translators asked questions. They’re now writing articles on the brutality women practice on their own bodies. I didn’t even…
I’m not the nicest—never said I was; nor the fairest. Never aspired to be. Place myself in society’s bullseye— worshipped, desired, coveted? I don’t think so. I think you missed…
My father sits on his island of black rocks. Whitewater roils and boils around his shores. Long ago the Devil hopped through this forest, his searing steps sparking in the…
I My mother was dying and he came to comfort, my father chased him away with floodlights and an old .22. I searched the barn for him, but found only…
The first lesson is to try to put the images in order. The truth is, that fickle disk has never held their attention. The second task is to chart observations…
After I signed mortgage papers, I lingered on my home’s broken stoop and yanked sharp tufts of grass from the cracked walk. Across the avenue, the sugar maples and pitch…
My nails climbed out of bed one by one, as if each arc wished to be dead elsewhere, no longer a bright crown for the skull of my fingers when…
I knew it was glory to be active in Emily’s fire. What I did not know was how much fun it would be to smear her all over my body…
She was born hermaphroditic, she was addicted, she was unlucky in love, she was not a pretty or dainty girl, and she was crablike and quiet. Troubled, she drifted closer…
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