I wonder what my purpose is? Would that be connected with New Year’s intentions? The way intentions relate to plans. Like the planets with their tendencies and directions. Where…

  My mother never knew her father / my grandfather hijacked & hoosegowed, yet fruitful— he was just a footnote. She stabbed herself repeatedly, then put the knife in my…

  It felt too private for prying eyes—this yawning house, its crisped innards—but the whole neighborhood was slippered in the street, silently thankful it wasn’t our shit getting fried. We…

  Should we tame this tendency to think ourselves giants, a populace packed with gullible Gullivers while frostbit Lilliputians plunge pickaxes into our ice cream cones? We’re not alone in…

  Nic says each mind is its own world, so technically one could say the world ends every time a living being dies. I say I’m too hungry to think…

  On Sundays I pill up all the reasons I’d be a bad partner in separate slots for each day of the week. Still punk. If I don’t kill me,…

  —Annie Ernaux, The Years I own a cabinet’s worth of plates but no seat at the table. In the kitchen I am as much an appliance as a refrigerator,…

  Once, Gary was wakened by the squawk caw and alarm of a crow in the oak across the street on trash day sleek black coat ribboned with light. He…

  The fog rolled in early the night of the full Buck moon and I missed it. “Good luck finding the moon tonight,” a woman says whom I’ve just met.…

  a palette of blushes, fragments of womanhood after Sei Shōnagon It depends on the man, it depends on the season what shade of pink you want against your skin:…

  The kitchen fills with unusable things, the mouth never forgives the tongue, the nosebleed comes on fast, fat red sprays hitting the counter like a bad fireworks finale, candy-colored…

  I have lost a father in the fields, or maybe forest. No telling where he’ll be. My job is to find him before my mother is screaming. I can…