Fiction |
“How They Died”
“Those years of bitterness and rage began with a hairline fracture in her tailbone. Until then, she had been known as a cheerful person; afterwards … whenever someone asked her how she was doing she would furiously reply: ‘My ass hurts!’”
Fiction |
“we buried mom in the cocktail shaker”
“We certainly weren’t going to shell out for a casket. Don’t pay good money for that shit, she would have said. So, while Mom shook down to ash, I looked for urns between crying shifts.”
Poetry |
“Listen” and “Born To Be Wild”
Poetry |
“No way but”
Poetry |
from Poems That Look Just Like Poems
Fiction |
“Fingered”
“Katie’s pretty bossy for someone whose mom still braids her hair, and Lauren is trying to look cool, so we’re doing what Katie wants to do, which is … playing ‘Never Have I Ever’ …”
Fiction |
“What Things Will Do To Survive”
“None of the four other single male passengers complain that the journey was supposed to end in Fort Bragg eight miles up the road. I don’t want to be that guy because you know.”
Poetry |
“Ditch”
Poetry |
“That Summery Look”
Fiction |
“I Have All Your Children” and “The Warmth and I”
“I should have never walked through your town, but I heard your church bells, the calls of your men. It had been lonely at the shore. I wanted touch. I did not want children.”