Autumn

Marley was dead, the children knew, and their father slept in a cold cave. more…

My family’s stories are short,

our history blurs. Perhaps our memories are muddy or, perhaps, only our memory is beclouded and our memories themselves are ill-lit. more…

“Look what I got!”

“You stole a license plate.” “Check it—It’s shaped like a polar bear.” more…

love, i’m not

loved i wake my air and hair i can’t possibly know so it grows i know nothing it takes Ella Fitzgerald to peel silence out an orange to more…

Schroeder caught & killed

a bunny tonight. I say bunny not rabbit with cause: Schroeder has presence imbued by his name and the rabbit doesn’t have a name; I never gave her one, though I’ve seen her—and she me—almost daily. more…

he. he wouldn’t say goodnight.

he didn’t. he said, “I’m getting ready for bed,” and Paul listened, and Paul didn’t need to say anything. Aleksandr got ready for bed. Paul dithered to his own toiletry bag in the living room, examined the vials and tubes as one having discovered them new, but Paul didn’t see much importance in doing anything […] more…

with my boyfriend is

how i am. when i am from an other lover gone off more…

A fantasy

“You could tell me who you’d like to pretend to be, and we’ll bend the rules for that.” “I don’t want to be a vampire—or Hermione.” “That’s a start.” “And I want a dog.” more…

i can’t be a writer, i’

m undisciplined. I waste in solitude. I seldom remember now what I thought or spoke or wrote then. When I find letters I’ve written, I never read; they weren’t addressed to me. more…
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