Short Story In Want, No Flesh Be Just Amy Letter·May 1, 2018One afternoon when Patrick was four years old his mother took a nap on the couch, and he, wanting to wake her up, pushed a pencil into her eye.
Nonfiction Glorify My Bones: On Being an Unworthy Cancer Survivor Hannah Gordon·January 19, 2016I wasn’t even a good cancer patient. I skipped out on taking my medicine, a lot. You’d think under the dire circumstances of life or death, I’d remember to take my medicine, but the truth is, I often forgot.
Nonfiction Vector Joe Bardin·September 24, 2013That doctor murmurs non-committal clinical commentary, which I’ve learned translates roughly to What the fuck is that?