A sigh creates St. Helens’ ash swallowing weeks old milk and grandpa’s leather recliner into the heart of a midwest false-spring...

You were God’s messenger—ethereal creation, the first lesbian I knew besides Shelly Guy, who had a butterfly tattooed on her wrist at a...

On days when I get sick of applications and working dead-end jobs I run to the lake. On my way along the hills that chart my course...

Four days ago, I bought melons—one, a cantaloupe. A normal melon. Thick skin hard, dappled beige and grey. Once I spied a woman in...

A Written-In-Five-Minutes Flash Prose; A Protagonist Stuck in A Moment I always take forever to get ready. I force the itchy fabric of...

into her hair thick white library paste smeared into her face daddy long-legs shaken into her fist snot-coated tissues shoved and...

The first time you almost died, you were barely two years old. I was supposed to be taking care of you, but I had crept into the kitchen...

Once my mother told me she wasn’t my mother, not really. “Oh,” she said, “I gave birth to you, but –” and here she waved her hand...

After Natalie Diaz She was calling for me in the night-light-free bedroom the one she spends most of her time in. When they came to her...

She picked at the green plastic straw, then drew it halfway up out of her drink, focusing on the white coating of whipped cream that...

The time will pass anyways. You might as well enjoy it. You have to keep going. This is your choice, but wake up and choose it every...

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