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Running

tonight, they are silhouetted against disco lights. silences of cosmic proportions lay between them. up above, stars: white flames enclosed in a fantasy glassh...

A Sister’s Guide to Grief

Of course there is a right way to grieve. That is to carry your solemn soul tucked deep inside, to smile when smiling is called for, to keep the tears unspille...

Flying Ant Day

Alice’s feet were the first part of her to disappear. It happened gradually; not toe by toe by toe but a slow fadeout that no one else seemed to notice. An inn...

Glens

On Wednesday morning, I woke up next to a stranger. He had an autumn-colored beard and ruby lips that whistled as he breathed. “Hey,” I said. “Wake up.” ...

Unknown Woman, 1990

I know you’re watching me watching them. Perhaps you’re wondering why I’m not standing amidst them, voice loud, free arm addling the air, blending East and Wes...

On Monday My Mother

On Monday my mother took her drugs to navigate the maze. To light the way she lit up one filtered cigarette—slims, 100s, menthols, whatever was on sale—and the...

Hungering

I'm ravenous. It’s like this every year; I’m always so hungry toward the dark end of the season. The flaps of the tent flutter open to admit us, and I lift my ...

Shh, Bairn

Bairn screams. He is a fat, dark plum, wet and shiny. Two small pokey pegs stick out of his slimy pink gums. His eyes are tight thin slits. I pull Sucky Ted ou...

Hatching Naomi

Naomi spends her drive home from the bookstore listening to her favorite true crime podcast, Caught Red-handed. It has become a game. By now, she knows the sig...