Modern Nature
The bee pooped on a rug. He turned around to inspect it. He had thoughts about death. He always did when faced with his own waste.
Prose
Spaniel
William puts Ernie’s dead body into the hole with the help of his seven-year-old daughter...
Say Hello to the Doula
On a hot Thursday morning, deep in month eight of the red tide outbreak, Cicely and Zinnia walked together to Zinnia’s hideout to retrieve a cold bag of placentas.
Who Said?
How does he know I am not a boy anyway? Who said? What is a boy? I’d ask someone but I don’t care.
Wish You Were Here
I feel like I want to apologize for the quality of these postcards. I wish they had been better ones, and that I could have sent you images of sunsets and palm trees and dazzling flamingos.
Indie Night at the Goth Club
How many times can we put on a costume until it is no longer a costume?
Wild Thing
We married for necessity, not love, and when we tired of our husbands, we dispatched them quietly in the night.
The Fruits of Riverview Boulevard
At first, you place the fruit very methodically around the house. A mango in the microwave. Limes replacing lightbulbs. A grapefruit in the coffee pot.
Going Home: Gone Home, Found Family, and Pulse
They had changed enormously in the time I’d been gone. They’d endured an enormous loss without me. They had mourned without me. They had come together to heal - memorials, tributes, fundraisers, vigils, community service drives - all without me.
The Bees
It was the first week into her second trimester, and here she was, smoking a cigarette and filling her stomach with bees.