May 20, 2022
You Told Me No One Wants to Hear This Story
I remember when they told us to get off the plane, though I have tried to forget it because you said it was not a story.
Wer hat Angst vorm Schwarzen Mann? or Who’s Afraid of the Black Man?
As a team of three, they have no choice but to help you catch the boys because even they know it is not safe for girls to be alone with a Schwarzen Mann.
Apr 22, 2022
Solomon’s Knot
You make of him a mouthful, yet you can taste his unease, taste his cold feet.
Mar 11, 2022
Rich White Boys
I told myself I accepted his gala invite because I wanted to see what else they could get away with.
Jan 21, 2022
Four Alternate Endings to a Six-Year Marriage
There’s a comfort to our clinging, to the familiarity of togetherness, where the pain is predictable and the pleasure enough.
Jan 14, 2022
Whale Fall
The girl takes another step across the ice. She is bold. She is thirteen. She doesn’t care if things break.
Dec 03, 2021
The Moon and What You Get Back
She tells me our tip percentage is all about our mindset, even though people don’t tip well at brunch.
Jul 30, 2021
After the Diversity Panel
Had we been diverse enough? Had we changed hearts, minds, and souls? Had we been . . . truthful?
Jul 09, 2021
What Happens to Little Girls
"Something in the hole grabs back. Something that doesn’t give up. Something with fingers and nails just like mine."
Jun 11, 2021
Before the Cure
He’d seen himself as something different then: greater than he was, more worthy of acclaim.
Nov 13, 2020
For As Long As Turtles Live
Our relationship might crack as we build two babies, but turtles don’t rush.
Sep 11, 2020
Low-Flying Children
The Green Man dreams that one day he will throw away the flag and depart for home in a bug-free rocket ship. But not before the children grow up, walk instead of fly.
May 29, 2020
Lepidoptera
Her family had no wings, only legs that could traverse blocks at street level, where no one was allowed since the Sickness.
Apr 17, 2020
AREA CANNIBALESS
Some just want a lick of fame, prostrate at my feet with their sweaty headshots, as if I am the one to save them.
Mar 20, 2020
The Smell of All Mothers
It was That Smell, that-so-familiar-one that hurt me not to remember where I’d smelled it before.
Mar 06, 2020
150 bpm
It’s the heartbeat that I can’t forget. When the sonogram technician held her transducer to my abdomen and turned up the sound I was surprised by its rapidity.
Feb 28, 2020
Si Dios Quiere
Raul returns the greeting, always the same: by running his pointer finger over his throat in disapproval.
Dec 13, 2019
