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The Christmas when I was thirteen, the big deal was that I had the big “O Holy Night” solo at Christmas Eve mass. First verse and everything. In a fair world, the first verse would have gone to Nancy ...

Trauma is a child,peering out the windowwondering when the car door willslam shut.heralding a return—of anger and rage. The protector is hidden and perpetually present.Years later the man on the couch...

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My neighbor, Desmond, has this unassuming, jaunty luminosity about him. He was an especial child, all wistful, precise. I gloss over the photos hanging along his shrouded gallery, in my own stannic re...

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She was who she is who she’ll always be: the young woman on the concrete stoop of the little clapboard farmhouse by the side of the road, sitting reading in a gloaming.  That’s a book in her hands. No...

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Author’s recitation of piece: He tried to erase me with all the restA pledge to serve and protect, an oath to humanityStewards of The LawSafety for allHe’s a cop, po-po, 5-O“We’re gonna get the guy wh...

“WHOA! STOP!” Albert slammed the Emergency Stop button on the trash compactor. Did he really just see what he thought he saw? Some guy climbing into the compactor? “Cut the power,” he yelled over to D...

An Arctic blast freezes my face—wind hissing snow sidewaysinto darkness. I tug my Merino beanie over my earsas wind shoves me toward the buildings.Fluorescent lights glow behind glass,figures move ins...

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Everything breaks and turns to shitExcept my titsThose are perfect.Sage and crystals will fix the universeIn amusement, I shake my head to affirm.

My hatreds have mostly mellowed into distains and disappointments,and I breathe more freely for it.The uncaring, venal attempts againstmy amour propre and well beingseem largely cockroach incursionsra...

I. Each pale sky troubled with jethaze the old man swept as grassclippings his walk kept, after buzzing edges. He carried a bucket, dustpan, and broom, ready to reject our sunnedface while steel moled...

i sensed she only ever saw what she wanted to seewhat she expected to seethough really she was simply refusing to perceivethe hemorrhagic fever that life can sometimes be for other peopleshe’d decided...

She escaped my thoughts only when I played football or surfed, activities requiring skills that came easily to me, while conversation, the skill I really wanted, resembled scaling Everest. We were onl...

A lyrical haunting of silenced girlhood, escape, and slow-burning vengeance—where fire, smoke, and memory braid into a final act of reclamation.

The little people who live on my left foot have gone to war, marching legions up my left leg to claim the calflands and the hinterland that is my thigh. It’s amusing, really, that such tiny beings are...

I haven’t shot my wife neither accidentally or otherwise.I didn’t sleep with Allen Ginsberg though I get the feeling he would have liked me.I wasn’t born until he was fifty years old and he was defini...

Amelia woke slowly. Her ears began working before her eyes did. Her lids lay heavy, heavier than she had ever felt them. Her mouth felt dry and parched, and her head felt as though a weight were press...

I – The End They faced him, skulking, their backs arched. They paced, their rough tongues eagerly slipping in and out. They stalked him, crossing each other’s trails like prison guards. They bared the...

There are aunts and uncles falling out of every mouth. What I mean is, the leftover cousins from any given family tree are relevant. The creature feature that lies between my name is frankly, undergro...

You sit there, and watch, and manage not to grimace as the nurse pierces your skin and slides the slender silver needle in your vein, purplish and puckered after she tied it off with a rubber cord to ...

Seventeen, in love, and disposable. A story of devotion, betrayal, and the friends who stitch you back together when heartbreak tears you apart.

I don’t really recall the exact moment when anger and spite grew and persisted within my chest. I felt those ugly feelings toward pretty much everyone and everything. At first, the ugliness within fel...

the inks remember when i worked toward good   those daysa river   deeds like salmon leaping boulderslevees   many bitter beers ago//   a jet roars overhead   can i come backof course you can my angel ...

A Day Just Like This One A day just like this one –ice bound, brittle. Crisp snow,the caw of jackdaws brokenon bare branch, sky sketchedwith the outline of other birds.Nameless, naked to the cold that...

The moon limns the sidewalks in silver, competing with the orange sulfur wash from the streetlights. I walk through alternating pools of water and fire, careful where I put my next step. My car keys a...

I shook off the New Mexico desert dustonly to be defiled the soft flurry ofQuebec’s October snowfall.It had been several months since I’d been back home.I had traveled much of the gulf coast to escape...

A lost couple finds shelter at a strange B&B run by a pickle-obsessed hostess—with secrets sealed in brine and blood beneath the floor.

Jonas Abers, a ruthless businessman, is trapped in a nightmare at a remote motel, facing the consequences of his actions in a chilling cycle of torment.

A collection of passionate and sensual poetry that evokes the most intimate desires of life and love

A bold, unapologetic essay challenging religious conformity and celebrating messy, vibrant, authentic living of sinners beyond fear and shame.

A lyrical essay reflecting on adolescence, shame, and the body through memories of swimming, tennis, and maternal connection.