Bury me With Slinky’s that intertwine Metallic twang No more Twilight purple and Fanta orange Dollar store Bury me with sticky jams In...

Why do you do this? my daughter asks. I’m wiping clean a piece of used aluminum foil, then folding it into a neat square to be stacked...

I left in winter, ice clinging to my eyelashes, slammed the car door and drove to a cheap motel. I left my guitar behind, came back the...

When the boy is on his knees for you, you will be the one who knights him. Slicing into his shoulders ever so slightly. Shallow cuts...

After something sudden and violent happens to the body, it switches to autopilot. You're still you, but at the same time, not. A piece of...

Seventh grade I learned of Virginia Woolf. A kindred - For I have always carried beach stones in my pocket. Small and smooth, never...

Libbie walked slowly into the house from her car. It wasn’t familiar to her. Her parents bought it two years ago. She thought it was her...

She ordered the least potent thing she could find on the menu - the most neutral - the least information. That's all you want? That's...

You pass me a red cup full of soda and vodka Making sure that it never goes completely empty. The hum of the fluorescent lights beating...

I lead them into the third room. Second from the back, not the best space but they only give that one to larger groups anyway. We...