Fiction

Offering

1. You grow up and you have to find something to do with your life. Come, tell me what you are interested in, Sister Thérèse said. You must be interested in som...

Annus Horribilis

At the end of what they called the terrible year, the annus horribilis—after the fizz and tingle of the first kiss (more like cheap vodka on his breath and some...

Birding

We weren’t supposed to say anything about Aunt Linda’s birds. Our parents would take us to her house every three months or so, for some holiday-related obligati...

Philomel

I had decided not to post #metoo on my wall. Anyone who loves me knows that I’m a rape victim. In fact, people who don’t love me know—social workers, teachers, ...

And Even Still the Conch

1 Still there, on the lip of the bathtub, quiet.   2 They said we shouldn’t eat fish—none of us, anymore, as a species, because it was so full of pla...

As This. As That.

No. No. No. No. Almost nothing in the left hand column. All the right hand column busy with her scrawl. The woman had not been rude. But nor had she been k...

Exhale

On our way home from the food truck, I tug Dylan’s elbow and he nearly drops his burrito—pinching it, lightning-quick, between gloved fingers. “Catastrophe a...

Little Ghost

When we have our daughter, I expect her to be real. I expect her to weigh something, to hold her in my hand. The childbirth pains are so intense I think I mu...

Crème de Menthe

The Granddaughter asked the Grandmother to make some ramen noodles, but the Grandmother didn’t want to because she was visualizing. Did the Granddaughter want t...