I’ ve kissed at least one dead girl that I know of. I look back and realize she was maybe only barely alive when we kissed. Tawny girl,...

I converse with nobody all the time, a liminal voice singing. But I write to complete discourse between lines. I owe them that— for...

While my mother was still alive, we’d moved to a brand-new home in one of those strangely uniformed suburbs in South Miami. Because blue...

After two hectic weeks in the office, Inés Martínez’s father managed to spare an entire weekend to spend time with her. Four months...

On a Wednesday night at the hotel in Kyoto, an old woman approaches me in the public onsen and sings to me with sweetness in her voice.  ...

I find us, always rolling down that grassy hill at grandma’s. Knees stained green, itchy as hell. Blotchy, burnt faces echoing hues of...

The past isn’t dead. It isn’t even past.   --William Faulkner       “Science” says that your cerebral cortex, the frontal lobes of...

for my cousin Nadia.   Peeled back as a baby to reveal her delicate insides – heart laid bare. Someone wished upon her like a flower and...

South of close relatives, north of the minor arcana of pre-deceased coworkers, neighbors, et cetera, subset of the mammoth    ship of...

It’s New Year’s Eve, and I’m lying on the couch with my head on my boyfriend’s heart and my left hand fingering his lower lip. It’s firm...

The biggest betrayal I ever met I handled like an infant at the supermarket wailing down aisles, bawling tears of denial tearing down...

Summer is once again hot, heavy and humid. Sweat already prickles on my brow the moment I open my car door. It sweeps over me and around...