Nonfiction

Up Covigne Road

This is the road where wild men and wild dogs does roam. None of them with no home. Panting. Ranting. With guns and blunts at the hips. With unsheathed phallus...

Ruined, A Nativity

When my mother delivered her third son, her doctor told her she would never be able to conceive again. When she conceived her fourth son, her doctor said it wo...

Body Parts

My Body When we met, he said he loved this body, which had given life twice over. And I was proud of my powerful legs and taut biceps, for carrying my son o...

Overwinter, Ohio 2021

It is possible to be unhappy anywhere, and I feel it here too. Except, here, woolly bear caterpillars unfreeze with the snowmelt and trundle about on the tarma...

Advice to My Son

My son has a sweet temperament, which means the world will carve him up, make mincemeat of his pinkish ears, serve his slightly meaty legs in a buttery sauce w...

Sleeping Together

Mist filters the moonlight like a fragrance through our open blinds, and we sleep together in the same bed again this night. One week ago, both of us test p...

Mitosis

Intraphase: Homeostasis; the phase before. Each chromosome makes an exact copy of itself so that the cell has two identical sets. I inherited my mother’s sk...

That Car Salesman Knew My Sister

Every day I wake up knowing I’m going to be shaking-scared for an hour at the absolute minimum. I’m going to drive to work and then I’m going to drive home aga...