
Moonlight for Monsters
The first time it happens is my birthday. Close my eyes to splash my face, water washin’ away the mud cake dirt crusted…
Read MoreThe first time it happens is my birthday. Close my eyes to splash my face, water washin’ away the mud cake dirt crusted…
Read MoreIn many ways, Mammi reminded me of a mother cow. She filled herself by feeding others, she modeled grace and quiet, and with creamy confections like butter, she made milk taste like magic.
Read More1 I sat on a towel on the floor while my friend had a bath. We were talking about public transport and…
Read MoreContent Warning: Miscarriage My grandmother’s cherries have little stripes on them – actually, polka dots. They taste sweeter than the earth and are…
Read MoreThe café’s ceiling fan made a noise like hunt-and-peck typing. I sat alone at a little round table right beneath it, looking up movie…
Read MoreShe stood looking in the fridge and asked why I had moved her sauces? I replied what sauces? She said the mayonnaise and sriracha,…
Read MoreI’m a fancy adult with a set of fancy kitchen knives, so I used the old op shop kitchen knife to hack at the…
Read MoreI am leaving Lileahalong an empty farm road: ice-grabbeddairy grass, a devil smashed on the asphalt—the clean pipe of its femur hollowly becoming. Emptiness…
Read MoreUnnerving, the shell. Perhapsterrible, the broad, muscular foot, my legume of possibility, my knot of protein anchoredin a soup. Just a plain soup. I…
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