micro nonfiction

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...

Dating Profile

I don’t like endings. I prefer to be alone when I cry, but everyone I am close with has sat near me while I wept. People divulge their secrets to me before I kn...

Irises

I bought flowers at the grocery store even though I didn’t mean to buy flowers at the grocery store. Fresh flowers are for afternoons when you feel shiny and...

This Washcloth

There is this washcloth, white and with a textured wave pattern, that we accidentally stole from the La Quinta in Portland one spring. Z was teething and had ti...