From her own body, she pushes forth female and male. From her own breasts, she produces milk to suckle them. With her own hands, she can craft garments to dress them. With her own hands, she can gather food to cook for...Read More
The lady in my mother’s front hall wore long black gloves and a black cloche hat. The lady in my mother’s front hall wore a fox whose eyes were shiny beads. The fox kept biting its own tail. I was as tall as the fox’s teeth ...Read More
She wanted to whisper to the naked girl chained two bodies over, but they had no words in common. What do I know? Middle-class white and free to make up stories. I have a desk and paper and a pencil. When she twisted in...Read More
So, it’s United flight #1551 from Newark to Portland, Oregon, flying west at 25,000 feet; and we’re heading in south of the Columbia; and I’m in the window seat on the left, row 31. Just before we approach the Mount Hood forest...Read More
When I thumb through your husk you make a ripping sound like a deck of cards. What round, yellow teeth you have! Packed in shoulder to shoulder, raised without privacy, you have never seen your own hips or elbows. Little...Read More
Darkness untongues the day condensed to obsidian in its silent belly. Turn away from the world and be the night. Let it slip in you as if dipped in liquid soul, the body nothing you should concern yourself with now, the body a...Read More
I was so small. How could I ask? There were no words for what was not already full-grown inside me. A simple gesture: Turn the wrist. Uncurl the fingers. The night so vast against my open palm, the heart exposed — how...Read More
She tried on pieces of the day, knowing it belonged to others who would catch her and run her out. Her room was too small, her hurt outgrew it. The town was too big, she feared her own desire. What, in late summer, was just...Read More
-XXXVI- FATHERS AND SONS I have in my wallet a Red Cross card, my blood donor card, and the record and the total amount of my donations over time. Spots of time. Squeezing a rubber ball, cookies and orange juice. It’s two...Read More
It seems to be an inherent part of human existence To think with heads and not hearts Allowing emotions to run high, teetering along a fence With disregard for the (essential) other parts. What is a feeling if not an...Read More
When Mrs. Weiss backhanded the doctor, who was a good five years younger than her still-finding-himself son, the chicken scratch notes from her medical chart went flying everywhere. “Mrs. W, try to remain calm,” the doctor said...Read More
Until this morning, September was a time of open windows, Indian summer coming through, a smell of sun and warmed earth, cricket-song recalling Septembers past and Septembers yet to come. Until this morning, I had no fear of...Read More
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