My high school boyfriend leans on me, the full weight of him disarming the rhythm of our steps as we walk home from school. The worn...

I got a message from you last night. It said you felt a lot of crazy ways that I didn’t know you felt, and it said a lot more than that....

When I first received the call, I thought it was a scam. Who would believe that Her Late Majesty the Queen had left behind not just a...

On the most prolonged day of the year, a line of five-year olds stand sea-facing. They used to call it jumping rock: a plume of ancient...

I'm a sensual person and I know where you live. So when I'm walking in your direction on my way home from work, I fleetingly consider...

I’ve always been sitting at this kitchen table, even when I haven’t. My life: ash from a cigarette, swirl of torn paper. His name was… ....

The early October air in the south feels like molasses. But it’s one of the last outdoor festivals of the season, so I push through the...

Like so many others, Cormac McCarthy was profoundly influential to my literary practice. McCarthy’s prose left me aghast. Devoured....

Hannah’s dad holds the local paper close to his cataract-clouded eyes and cries when he reads about Ken Todd. Dabbing his face with a...

Technically speaking, it is night. However, despite the chronological truth of the statement (a quick glance at his watch offers the...

The key was right where I left it, beneath the loose brick in the path that led up to the door, but I left it gleaming gold in the black...

Show tits. Be Black. Laugh too loudly. Order veal. Have the kind of queer relationship that Netflix hasn’t figured out how to monetize....

Bad Donna calls me, as she does each year, to sing-song her signature ditty, “hey, hey, it’s the first of May! Outdoor fucking begins...

Brian is handsome under moonlight: black shirt, grey jacket and peppered hair. My husband and Brian’s wife have stepped away from the...

We’re digging up weeds in the garden. Skinny stalks with curly white roots rain dirt onto parched earth as we pluck and pull. We’ve been...

Confirmation Bias CW: Infertility Every fucker’s pregnant. Every single one. You follow a parade of swollen bellies, sashaying from side...

I dream of your house often. Musky, earthy mold tickles my nostrils as I climb the stairs from the garage; gradient gray speckles on the...

Do you want to come in? * Robert, this is Fabiane calling from the Blood Center. Thank you for giving the gift of life with us. We are...

On a placid, still night, we see Brooke awaken to the chime of the security camera, and we feel it pluck a chord in her, like a seventh...

True or False: Because of the Time You Spend Caring for Your Mother, You Don’t Have Time for Yourself The time you planned to meet your...