Dear friend, I don’t know why I took your amulet. I was in your room, lying on your bed, and I just saw it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it dangling back and forth. Carved into one side Phra Buddha Chinnarat, the other Ganesha, and I...
They rehearse the silly play under tall oak trees in a Texas graveyard, approximate the garb and speech of those who have become their props, their prime reveling destination on Halloween hayrides. I imagine, leaning on the fence, that even...
vacuum cleaners the most profound invention of our time nothing else can clean carpets and at the same time convert all floor surfaces to lava adults, of course gain immunity during puberty but children must scamper from chair to table to chair...
i am a mother An ocean was born into my daughters, the salt so dense in their hearts I can still taste it. As babies, they were nursed with the sea—my spirit surging from breast to mouth. Today, my husband stands on the curb beside them, as...
Josh touched his finger and thumb around the stem of the seedling and lifted it from the crumbled mass of compost and roots spread across last month’s National Geographic. He held it up to the kitchen window and examined the curled seed leaves...
09/21/2011— 9th year journal Dear , I love you, even though you do not love me. I am ugly. This is okay, because many wonderful things are ugly. Have you ever seen a fetus? A human fetus, I mean, it looks like a pink slimy fish, stubby-armed and...
ghosts of blue hands pressed onto fogged glass windows bubble-gum smell from the ventilator caked into the carpet sugar fibers beneath my toes in the snow, a pigeon’s egg, red spilled out on the crystal white stomach pains snaked around my...
Once upon a time, there was a girl who, upon waking at dawn on her eleventh birthday, had become entirely invisible. So, also, was anything she touched with her skin. Waves of light slid around her, the way rainwater beads and dissipates before...
(from Broken Heart Symphony In Four Movements) “But you’re not my mum.” His chubby face flushed red, eyes jammed shut in frustration. Alice sat carefully on the plastic airport furniture, bending in half to peer at the boy crouched...
I was warm, wholehearted laughter, unexpected, five hour long phone calls, pale pink bubblegum, blown completely out of proportion. He was bright beckoning grins, baby blue measuring tape, late night stolen kisses under the light of a thousand stars...
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