It’s the early aughts. I’m no older than eight, stuck at a Hannaford grocery outlet. While my father was elsewhere gathering items for...

Whenever we were bored, which was all the time, we got in the car. In the car, my friends and I cussed, drank, smoked, and outraced those...

An incomplete log of children who I have not seen: The Sasquatch. His body type is indistinguishable from that of my father. They share...

The connection I feel to my mother’s side I would not define as a connection. More a fantasy. There is no one to connect with. I have...

When my son wants to disappear for a while, he turns into a cat. He curls his small limbs into an ovalish shape on the couch, facedown in...

Joan’s face goes blank, but not fast enough to conceal a sour, fleeting look of… scorn? Boredom? Disappointment? All of the above? I sip...

Lying in bed one night, I found a lump on my testicle. This was Spring 2009; I had recently turned thirty. To be certain, I fondled the...

In my dream, I pick up my cell phone and hear my mother’s voice. She sounds sleepy and far away. “I’ve been trying to call you,” she...

On the days when I have miscalculated our groceries and we are unable to run to the closest store, my partner and I often decide to buy a...

I was on the way back with the dog, last street. People don’t know neighbours in other streets. The man started the conversation about...

Some might like to fancy it up, call it a mobile home, but let’s be serious, it was a trailer.  None of those trailers had tires, they...

I attended mass with my son. His first time, my second. My first time was my boyfriend’s niece’s first communion. My boyfriend said the...

1. I hand my father the toothbrush, watch as he struggles to apply the toothpaste. I tell myself not to intervene, just as I did when my...

Phototograph courtesy of Slobbered Lens. His skinny arms wrap around my torso, his face buried in my shirt, a makeshift handkerchief...

There has been much written about the new MLB rules this season. I read daily reports on how fast games are (2:38), how stolen bases have...

CW: Rape, sexual assault When I send my sexual abuse poems to Western magazines, they always end up rejected My poems are orphans in...

The fact that we had arrived in the free-spirited city of Amsterdam became clear to us the moment we opened the door of our vacation...

A true story about faith narrated by a faithless writer. Atheists frequently call on other people’s Gods when they’re desperate. Worn...

Author’s Note: "Some Tracery of Stardust" maps one woman's history with cats, in parallel to her history with chronic illness. This is a...

The demon walks into the coffee shop and moves toward me, his cloven hooves tapping on the ceramic tile floor. He is late, and I will...