Pumpkins
I always grew up thinking pumpkin carving was a long and difficult process that took skill and concentration. My cousin, who was close to my mom’s age, always emphasized this and so this was how…
Family Reunion
Her stomach corseted beneath the waves of fabric, a wrinkle folded in and out like an envelope encasing her abdomen. The sun filtered through the screens around us, as if embalming everyone to their wicker…
Super Tuesday
Pressing I Voted against my front pocket, I make sure everyone will know I can ink bubbles too. The chair-bound retiree coughs his disapproval at my lack of decorum. He can tell I haven’t graced…
Who Drinks Alone at Half-Past Two in the Afternoon
Add a jigger of Jack, swilled with egg-white, tonic, and syrup to a sugar-rimmed martini glass and enjoy -- at least that’s what the Bar Bible will spout if you have time for that shit.…
The First of Many
The wood was cracking, like a piece of jute unwinding. Bowing in the center, searing the newcomers, its veins of rot were covered in globbed brown paint and now were tombs for bugs. Dead ferns…
Because This Might Have Killed Us
After Pimone Triplett This morning I sat awake trying to unlearn your sounds. This time, I’d vow to leave behind your metaphors, moments of language and fault, the disjointed angles only your looks can imprint…