I am watching the TLC show about the Duggar family and groaning because purity culture is so damaging but I can't stop watching another courtship another wedding another baby and did you know that Derick got kicked off the show because he said something transphobic on...
Issue Eleven
Confessions of a UFO Tracking Station Employee
1. In my spare time I take sandpaper to a spaceship. The flour sack holds geraniums. A solar system of silverware dines uncloned. The quarks I’ve placated, credit card decals on a store-window universe. 2. The phenomenon is churches de-paneled of stained glass....
Just Another Armchair Meteorologist
The dust comes over from the Sahara, sings nightly in an Arabic that cloaks red the sunset. It’s hope in dispersal, refraction an antique ruby set in Gulfcoast gold. Between it and the wildfire...
An artist’s impression
It all started as a defence mechanism when confronted by doorstep charity fundraisers. Drawing a portrait seemed like the best way to counter unflinching positivity and an earnest moral compass. If they proved unwilling to buy the finished picture, then Matthew felt...
As She Left The Earth
Understandably, it was her husband she left first. She had known him the longest and she was surprised by how easy it was to walk away. She simply didn’t return from the lab one Friday night and that was that. Her phone was easy enough to silence and it’s not like she...
The Bear and the Weed Whacker
Jeremy Jackson was the landscaper for Stream Valley Townhouses in Baltimore, MD. He was lazy and incompetent. For example, he would mow the parking lot. However, two years remained on a three-year contract so the apartment complex was stuck...
School Girl’s Puzzle
Building an Avatar During the Apocalypse
My eyes disappear first, leaving a swath of pale skin, a gap between ghostly eyebrows and muted cheekbones, a blindness that invites onlookers’ gazes to wander–towards lips cracked like sunscalded trees, the two moles that I once tried to pluck out of my skin with a...
an essay where everyone looks at the sky, an essay about marriage
an essay where everyone looks at the sky the sky, a broken robin, clipped from the neck down. beneath the robin, a diagram on how to conjugate the sky. I am regurgitating my youth & now the sidewalk is messy. I never not loved the way you look in the sun, in the...
The God Damn Pothole Out Front
“Could you imagine,” said Mary, “being a bird, flying around the globe grazing on berries and garbage.” The dogs followed her off the front porch and drooled on the concrete, leaving silver lines of slobber –Pollock style– all over the beige sidewalk canvas. Rain-wet...