phoebe • 2nd February 2024 Jealousies (NSFW) *Content note: sex, casual misogyny // I see the twin bed, and the bright, woven blanket. I see her whiteness spreading under you like spilled paint, and you, slim and tan, moving over her....
JMWW • 15th October 2020 Lost and Found (NSFW) *Content note: sex, BDSM // John had my windpipe in his open hand, in the crook between thumb and forefinger. He squeezed and my blood throbbed against the resistance...
Off The Coast • 15th June 2020 Mercies When my mother told me what my father did,/ or might have done,/ I woke up the next day and of our conversation/ could only remember my own child-words
Hobart Pulp • 5th December 2019 Sticky (NSFW) *Content note: sex // I had anted up already: pics in the too-small bikini top he liked, back arched in his favorite Brazilian-cut bottoms...
The Rupture • 15th August 2019 Making Right Even when the good drug/ pushed through/ the tubing and needle/ and his writhing/ body finally unbuckled....
Lunch Ticket • 14th June 2019 A Compendium of Earthquakes 1. The first one was in the egg shop. I was a baby, strapped to my mother’s back in a blue nylon carrier while she wandered Kotwali bazaar...
The Rumpus • 5th June 2019 The Bent Hourglass: Living in Crip Time You go to the doctor and hope rises like a balloon. Maybe an answer, a prognosis, a treatment. Something to work with. But instead, only more tests, more theories, more maybes, more versions of try this...
Pidgeonholes • 17th May 2019 At the Reunion Do you have kids? No, but I drove across the country and followed handmade signs to FRY BREAD near Albuquerque...
Lost Balloon • 30th January 2019 Shopping For One The woman in front of me puts a single chicken breast in brown paper, an ear of fresh corn—its green and sugar scent is loud here—and one baking potato on the belt...
THE HUNGER • 15th January 2019 Mouth The tomatoes I grew up with in New England were mealy and anemic, and their gooey innards polluted the lettuce in our nightly salad if mixed too vigorously. I picked those pathetic, pale slices out of my salad...
Mojave He[art] Review • 1st November 2018 Keeping Warm The teacher says keep your loneliness warm. That must be what I’m doing for my fury...
Mojave He[art] Review • 1st November 2018 First Kill I would lie on my belly with my head hanging over the dock and catch flat, stupid fish with a net...
Mojave He[art] Review • 1st November 2018 Filbert St. I am that girl I used to see Out of the car window That woman sunk into a man On the back of a motorcycle...
Jellyfish Review • 25th July 2018 The Third Place As usual, there is no one else to do the job, so I buy myself soup and pomegranates and pears and one Sierra mountain apple and four cans of food for Sophie and lay them out beautifully on the black conveyor belt...
The Citron Review • 17th July 2018 The Flaw *Content note: Mentions of abuse & SA /// Would this story work better if I said that he hit me? What if I told you it didn’t matter that he didn’t hit me, that it wasn’t any different, really?
Avatar Review • 7th July 2018 The Colorado River The sleeves of her shirt were cut wide and rolled, a take on James Dean. Her dark hair was cut short, and she wore a white v-neck t-shirt, jeans, a black half-apron. I looked at the tops of her small breasts as she bent to refill our coffee...