My children are flames. Oxygen they can get any number of ways but the most efficient is if I blow on them. My job is important—at least until they build walls ...
I’m finishing up falafel I picked up after work when I get Valeria’s text. She’s going through it and asks if I’m free to catch up at the diner we both like. It...
In the far tail of the galaxy spiral, on the third planet in the solar system, there is a strange land called Ohio. Once, large predator animals lived there. Fi...
A sprawling area of Berlin’s central cemetery has been cordoned off due to construction, and no matter which way I turn, I find myself moving away from my goal....
I sat on my mother’s couch, posthumously chosen during a sisterly round robin. Sun salved me and honeyed the couch so like her: sturdy on its legs, densely pil...
My kid said the thing in the sky was a divorce. The drunk at the bus-stop revealed it was the Russian hackers. It was thin and, for November, unreasonably shi...
Baby 1 gurgles, splashing her feet as her mum dangles her in the kiddie pool. On the other side of the fence, Baby 2 crosses his arms, trapped in a jump-up ch...
Coming through some crack into her mind there strayed the American phrase every which way, as if a piece of American film had flaked off and found her, but that...
Maybe grief is an artifact. Or a trinket God hands you that you’re bound to keep. Once you have it, you can’t be caught without it ever again. You can’t give it...
The Rodeo Queen disappeared. This happened during the parade. She felt so wonderful, everyone in town watching, she deer-legged and waving from the back of a Fo...
