I stroked her stomach and thought of all the things I didn’t want to do that day. She lay, stroked my fingers, and did the
Read MoreWhat soft brightness is this? This light reflected off the salt pond, gentle as your eyelashes when you sleep, dumb with beauty and promise as
Read MoreIf you can’t remember where I am roam back home. Echoed things be edged, how we used to fetch purple grapes barefoot, octave vines, bruised
Read MoreSitting on a beach chair next to my newly married wife on a quiet Californian beach was nirvana. I held the hand of a person
Read MoreToujours pour la premiére fois
Read MoreI look at him in exasperation. My eyes squint out my own form of Morse code stating, “You don’t have to check on me.” I
Read MoreI was the only imperfect child. My five older siblings and I were all born in a kiddie pool my mom’s doula filled halfway with
Read MoreIn late spring, the tiny hitchhiker got a ride with Calvin and Jess as they left the Des Moines hotel they’d stayed at for their
Read MoreWe thumbed pages by candlelight, muttered weak attempts at words, assumed dramatis personae as tragic players stroking skin like a prop, fingers lingering at sides.
Read Moremy mother presses me, pushes me, because she was taught to press a wound which bleeds, staunch the flow, she presses into my stomach, applies
Read MoreThe fan whimpers one final cry before it relinquishes the impossible task of keeping me cool. Lights flicker off and sticky air creeps through the
Read More“You’re my Darcy,” Susan said. “My Captain Wentworth.” Her mane of black hair fell over her eyes as she dipped her head. “Darcy? Wentworth?” I
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