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The living room                                                             half-empty –               space where Daddy’s...

I was wading in the depths of a finance spreadsheet, when my phone rang. The sound was distant, as if I was hearing it from the bottom of...

Nobody knows what to do with sad people. I remember this mostly on Tuesdays When my grandmother chews her tears, mopping grief In the dry...

I take comfort in knowing that if the world ended right now, in this very moment, my legs would be bare. There is some value in that, I...

Imogen stands at the entrance to Blythewood Cemetery, a canvas tote of books looped over her shoulder causing a crick in her back....

scars encircling her wrist form a bracelet or a handcuff dark shapes like ash dropped randomly from a volcano scattered over legs and...

It wasn’t painful, there were no teeth, no pain, just pure darkness.   As I began descending, the sensation felt like an unexpected and...

A thin layer of snow glistened on the tree branches in the morning sun. Henry glanced at the snow but focused inwards, his thoughts on...

on more than one occasion, i make my mother cry. drunk at twenty-six, i do not tell her whether she is more garden or greenhouse, but i...

I packed a book of poems for us to read aloud in bed.     I want to hear your voice embrace syllables intended to metaphor the...

dust particles float through the air in a stream of light across the bedroom floor landing like soft kisses on skin (my wretched skin)...