In the few months before cancer took hold of my grandmother, she’d flown down the coast from New York to visit us for one last Virginia summer together. I was about ten at the time and old enough to know …
“Are you free?” It was a weird place to remember her name. “Yes,” I replied hesitantly. “Drop it.” “What?” “What you’re thinking. You know it’s not wrong to feel what you feel, though they say otherwise.” If I …
It started as soon as I left the warm cozy embrace of the cab of my white pickup truck that was parked in the crowded parking lot. The first thing I noticed was the cold—the absolute bitterness of the cold …
The late-night, grainy mugshot of the woman with a coy smile tugging at her lips betrayed her name, finally, at the bottom: Brandy Wright. No one knew where she got it at first. No one understood why she felt the …
All thoughts of my mother are similarly complicated by one thing. She died when I was fifteen. By the time I was twenty-four, I felt I’d already lived three lifetimes, in just this one life (which I’d always hoped would …
The world seems still and quiet, almost like everything is in slow motion except for me. People are walking by, always giving a sad nod, like they know why you are there. His dad is on the other side of …
ho’ok lived here stitching fire into skin phoenix was a sunlit city, she wanted to spit at it every time the sun kissed her ho’ok worked at social services on the rez drove on clay colored freeways as dawn broke …
hūzíwí waking, spiky ivory scarlet legs emerging under silky deep burrow ancient nightmare web hūzíwí arms rumbling, lava blood summoning as veins bulge dripping molten dread while finger bark rots fish bone and plastic hen hūzíwí chest broadening, …
It’s Saturday night in the psych ward, half past witching hour, lights switched off to phantom black. The psych ward becomes a cityscape, a night skyline in a sterile hospital. When I turn the power on, the corridors brighten, a …
FICTION
