My fourteen-year-old son is a human boy. I know this because I am a human and had the sex with a human that caused our respective cells to multiply in my uteru...
Nearly every time I go home, my dad mentions the knife I gave him. A filet knife given for birthday or Christmas or Father’s Day. I was proud of the gift at th...
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The sideways glance of sun on a sandstone wall deep within a Utah slot canyon, the beam staring at the grooves that striped the lip of the rock face, evidence...
First Interlude: Signposts
I search for the right word and feel the shape of it in my head, in my mouth, but the letters elude me. Sometimes you’ve got to l...
My neighbor sitting six feet from her mother in the front yard, the two of them talking by the hyacinths, so much longing to be closer between them I can feel ...
Great Expectations is about a boy named Pip—an orphan raised by his sister and her husband, Joe, who is kind but poor. In the beginning, Pip steals food and su...
It begins (after multiple interviews over four months) with running under the arched tunneled bodies of our new coworkers and jumping into a pile of pillows at...
I am 19 years old. Standing in the bed of a red pickup truck, wearing cutoffs, ripping open trash bags. My palms sweat inside the film of plastic gloves. You a...
A list of personal gender delights: faded plaid flannel shirts; rain pooling on daffodils; leather jackets gleaming with midnight streetlight; driving screws in...
Hartlepool. The last one-night-stand dregs of a theatre tour, limping on for an extra month. ‘New dates added due to popular demand!’ Trying to claw back losses...
