Poetry Afterparty I just wanted to tell you that the kind stranger who held my hair back at the end of the night got quite a mouthful about how lovely I think you are.
Flash Nonfiction Hometown Tour And in the daydream, he smiles, he smiles big and a lot, he's happy, I can't believe how happy, over such small things, and he says, that's cool, oh that's cool too, oh that's so cool...
Poetry When Meteorologists are Seers Every Cloud is an Omen I think it's more likely I'll scoop up stones & save them in my shoes
Nonfiction Birds There were many things that I might have said, that I would have liked to have said …
Flash Fiction Sunset Point She climbed onto the back of one, shouting something about becoming a “spring break legend.”
Poetry Operating Instructions the honesty of that gives me / a peach pit in my stomach / a teardrop in / my throat
Nominated for Best of the Net 2024 There's Nazis In Them There Fredonian Hills The first thing that Selma saw in her Art and Architecture classroom was a shakily drawn peace sign on the blackboard. “Peace for Fredonia,” it read, just as shakily, underneath.
Poetry MILES SHOWED ME HIS TRUMPET Miles Davis lived around the block from me / deep in the upper west side of Manhattan island.
Flash Fiction Sweet Paradise I’ve never felt so emotionally close to an ice-cream. This remarkable feat from a loaded cone demanded my respect. Reaching out, my finger touched the melting solution that had crossed its great divide.
Poetry Meet & Greet with Zaphod Beeblebrox seven galaxies over —they are interstellar / radio savvy, in the very least. And yeah, / they’ve been in contact for about two years,
Poetry Travel Tip #3: Antarctica & Growth Not just a memory, but / an invisible & teeming / with life magnetic field,
Flash Fiction Eye See You When the mailman came pedaling by on his 3-wheel cargo bike, Wilhelmina poked her head out of the dormer window, and in her cheeriest sing-song voice issued a hellooo-oo. When he looked up, she gave the queen’s wave.
Flash Nonfiction Dad's Toe Later, while I’m telling Jamie the story of how Dad chopped his toe off, I get two texts from Dad’s phone. The first one is an overexposed close-up of a pearl white bone surrounded by what looks like gray and white chicken flesh. The second text says: “This is my toe.”
Flash Fiction Paper, Plastic, and Glue Her parents discussed it. Cried. Discussed it again. Her mother said she’d like to read Jennifer at least once.
Poetry Cry-baby Have you ever held Death’s hand? I have. I have pulled it to my cheek and told it to slap. Stupid girl, brilliant bones. Feel it. Feel it!
Fiction Family Anatomy “I always knew my son was too good for public school,” his mother would say at the dinner table. “He doesn’t need to squabble with the riffraff in California."
Poetry What if We Kiss in the North Brooklyn Industrial Business Zone? We were trying to make our way back / To the subway before sunset.
Flash Fiction When Peanut Butter is On the Line: A Study of Genetically Mutated Hamsters, Territoriality, and Bloodshed Inspired by research conducted by the Georgia State University Neuroscience Institute
Poetry Taylor Swift Releases ‘Midnights (3am Edition)’ or, My Friend and I Watch *That* Episode of BoJack Horseman I was dancing around to Fearless and / Glee when eyes were set on me. At nineteen,
Poetry Gothic Pixie Bipolar Bitch I lounge over these Victorian banisters while old family / secrets burst through every hinge in the house.
