After Mary Ellen Mark At the Alano Club, a child of seven, I remember my mother sharing with a group of strangers and family that the...

In front of my living room window, on a splendid May afternoon, warm and sunny, a fat black crow rapturously caws over its good fortune....

You were never afraid of him when he was smiling How could you be? The curve of his lips, begging yours to curve as well The creases...

Like a knife sliding down a slab of butter that’s been sitting out in a counter on a hot day My brown eyes melt into your green. We hold...

The room was dark, perpetually, except for a single table lamp; it wasn’t enough to make Angelic feel safe. She remembered the night sky,...

“Your breathing gets all weird when you lie,” Jay said, turning the length of his body around and squinting at me. We were sitting side...

Pressure hummed throughout their days, an oven too hot or too cold, a child sleeping late or refusing to get into their winter gear, a...

Hold me, hold me, hold me like my laundry machine. My washer and my dryer and my mother who taught me how to fold sheets. They require...

You know what I hate? Those razor commercials with that stupid annoying song. You know, the one that goes, “She’s got it! Yeah baby,...

this morning I watched a crow on a telephone wire act strangely I’m pretty sure he had the hiccups there was no other explanation I...

It’s the feeling of blood filling up your stomach. Or, what you think that would feel like. Warmth gushing up and up until it’s on your...

Even in her early 70's, my grandmother, Olga, was still a handsome woman who remained elegant. She always insisted that the dressmaker...