Three Root Canals
For my third root canal, I came unprepared. No Advil, no beseeching any Gods who seemed unwilling to come to the phone right now. I came in alone, raw, pure of heart, strong of tooth and weak of nerve.
Flash Fiction
Extra Metamorphosis
Asher told his first boyfriend he'd discovered a writer named Franz Kafka who'd written a book where a guy wakes up to discover he has been transformed into a large and mostly immobile bug.
GIRLS
YOU’RE NOT A GIRL!
Pearls
“Not everybody likes to see where the product comes from.”
Violin exposure
We don’t say that we regret agreeing to violin, oboe, saxophone lessons. We pretend this is the only place we could possibly want to be.
Death Works at Trader Joe's
A triptych of poetry and prose
The Meg 14: Sinbad’s Voyage
(A)pparently no one remembers Jaws,