Float
I’m blue-cold when you reach me, skin pickled with floodwater, lips gently parted. Lids closed but eyes flickering. I can see your shifting shadow…
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Twelve Signs That Something Like This Might Happen
1. A year nine marine biology class is dissecting Northern Pacific Sea Stars, cloudy fish tanks windowing the classroom, that sour pickly smell. One…
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I Don’t Want to Ask What’s in the Cream Cheese
in the vegan sushi because when we walked in the hostess in the tiger’s eye shirt—sheer, cut to her navel—had to scan us up-down…
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Satelle’s Machine
On Earth, Satelle is working in a music store while she gets her degree in computer science and engineering. At the end of long…
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Merman
When I first saw him slide into a laid-back Jamaican wave, with no crash, slick as a sharptail eel, Merman was the name I…
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Horizontally awake
We bought nice mugs from the lady down the road who opened the new store who thought we were a nice couple. We befriended…
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Call Me Pink Parfait, Like the Paint Swatch
Tonight I am sitting alone in my favourite restaurant and asking every passing stranger to take a photo of me. I want to know…
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Body of Water
A body, of water, she said to me. She had been trying to think of the human body as an agglomeration of innumerable cells,…
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Bleeding Hearts
It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon and Vivian had just finished sweeping the floor when the wind-chime jingled merrily, indicating a customer had entered….
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