Nonfiction

In the Aquarium

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...

The Idea Of It All

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...

Three Interludes

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...

Life Cycle of a Human OS

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...

Juice

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...

Gender Euphoria

A list of personal gender delights: faded plaid flannel shirts; rain pooling on daffodils; leather jackets gleaming with midnight streetlight; driving screws in...

Hartlepool Beach Extras

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...