Victim

It’s such a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the fields are green and the trees are standing tall, full of leaves. The birds feed on the insects while the insects feed on the leaves; the mammals feed on the fish while the fish swim in the streams. All is against and acting with all, Read More …

Until it Isn’t, Anymore

I’m looking at my reflection splayed against the glass like I’m not even really here. The sky is this strange shade of sunken violet, like grape Kool-Aid, or half past eight—I watch the cars driving past with people in them who have places to be, or places they’ve been, blurred out against existence like a Read More …

Return to Sender

“The Mississippi River is one-Hell-of-a-something at night, ain’t it Mama?” Every time I talked about the Mississippi as a kid, you’d think I just saw Jesus getting baptized in it. Bev never once brought me to church, always saying she’d only start reading gospel when the man upstairs put an end to Vietnam. Maybe it Read More …

ReLive

Eris cried every time her roots grew back in, dark like her eyebrows. The longer she waited to get them bleached, the longer they tainted her perfect blonde hair and the more she agonized. The dark brown, almost black roots sprouted from her head like a tangible migraine. She popped pills, generic painkillers she was Read More …

Normal

My dad joined a cult the year before I was hospitalized. The family was falling apart at the seams, my mom used to say over and over. She said it at least once every time she came to visit me. I wished that she wouldn’t, because, truthfully, our family had never been stitched together, mostly Read More …

All That Lives Long

When the ash was cast onto each of  my boots, I should have known. The quill, dripping deep black, intent with the ink of the Everywhere Spirit In the penmanship of one who fills in the blanks before the words are spoken: All that lives long are the earth and the stars. Though we may Read More …

Aisles

“Excuse me, do you know where I could find diapers or —” “No, sorry. I think there’s a registry in aisle three that might help.” “It’s just that—” “Sorry, it’s my first week. Aisle three is down that way,” I pointed across the store. I had been working at Bonnie’s—a name once so full of Read More …