
I’m licking mala algae off a thin yellow and blue P sheet that says Nutterfinger when I notice the walls in my home are vibrating.
Read MoreGim of P
Connie had been born with a Whisper Girl wrapped around her neck. This presented difficulties suffered by no one else any of those troubled, dark-eyed women ever knew.
Read MoreDolly Girl
The six of us—well, five after Sophie left—were friends because we all understood why she kept going back, again and again.
Read MoreThe Monster Fucker Club
One purse, faux-alligator, with a broken clasp [Faux? Hmm. Alligator? Double hmm. Something with scales anyway.]
Read MoreAn Inventory of the Property of the Escaped Suspect, Confiscated at the Time of Her Arrest Following the Incident on Ash Street, with Annotations by Acting Sheriff Helena Fairwind
At about 2:30AM on Saturday 16 February 2019 (I know because I always look at the clock when I wake up), I woke up in the hostel because my bed was shaking.
Read MoreLady Koi-Koi: A Book Report
I don’t know why my owner brought me to the abandoned scrapyard rather than trade me in. Nor why instead of placing me next to the compactor with the other machines, he walked me over to an old, metal bench and told me to sit before leaving me.
Read MoreA World Unto Myself
You think you are broken. Scattered into a thousand jagged pieces, but when you reach the sea you are whole. Painfully, heartbreakingly whole. And alone.
Read MoreSmoke Fire Wind Sea
She mumbled about my mother a lot, dreaming of times before she died.
Sometimes I waited and listened, eager to hear my mother’s name spoken in such a soft way. Other times I couldn’t stand the sound of it.
Read MoreChupa Sangre
Somewhere in the world, there is a man, seventy years old, a native New Orleanian who has never left the city except for the occasional Category 5 hurricane.
Read MoreA Mastery of German