We bought a television, Gabe and I, a few days ago. It’s the first TV we’ve owned as a couple, a shocking and disturbing development. When we moved in together six months ago, it was…
Browsing Category Nonfiction
brisé (broken) volé (flying) blue
After the leaves fell over the courtyard, I saw you coming. Potholes heavy with bouncing sparrows became heart-throb. Every butterfly whirring, every puppy pulling skeins of tossed cloth was a blessing. Near hoarfrost I stared at your photograph;…
The Plastic Horse
My dead brother-in-law is inside our old toy rocking horse. Recently, we watched that Netflix documentary—you know, the one about dying, ghosts, reincarnation, etc. What I’m saying is that I literally believe my dead brother-in-law…
O, Susanna
Twelve and my breasts begin their slow swell, moon-bright in the seventh month of my slumber. This strange sheen, as within the begonia’s waxy heart, my neck spreading its blush when, in front of my…
Drive Me Home
Where I live, abandoned buildings lean precariously towards roads carved by oxen the first time they sloughed this forest to the ground. The only road to my home is held in place by roots of…