the windows of the train are cloudy: scratches and water stains blur the surface—it’s just like watching an old television, except there...

I remember buying basil with my mother. At the counter I swam in time too small for weekday nets to catch— where it’s wrists wearing...

When she taught me to swim, she said, only breathe if you absolutely have to — as if oxygen was not needed to live. I often feel like a...

The hue of her wooden frame turned cerulean after her husband left.  Blue now covers the heart’s jagged rock limbs.  She becomes a skiff...

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...

A common nook— A girl and her bed and her pillows, Where shrines collect at the bottom of the bed, Piled-up books—hundreds of them. But...

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...