They heard about the retreat center from a friend of a friend. They heard about it from an ex-coworker, an ex-lover, an ex-in-law. They liked the photos on the website. They imagined themselves sitting on the pretty little bench in the pretty little
The birds here sound like alarm clocks from the 1970s. I’m watching two in particular—five if you count babies who sound more like key fobs. A Steller’s Jay harries a smaller bird guarding a nest. The Steller’s Jay crashes through fir fronds,
Interview with Ruby from “Soft White Underbelly” on YouTube.
The Word Problem Effect
When a raindrop begins to descend from the height of one mile over York, Pennsylvania, it is four o’clock in the afternoon. The drop is gray blue, partially magenta. At the same time in Lexington, Kentucky, train A leaves the station heading west.
Our tongues ring
like bells, your
fingers groan up
the back of my
We fill this
space with a
lot of things
your pointed feet
the bridge of your mouth
the way I escape
I found you crying in a
This story is inspired by and named for the daughters of Amanda Stanton, Minor Star of Bachelor Nation, Year 2016
Our names are Kinsley and Charlie. We are waiting for our mother to come home.
In Los Angeles, in a mansion, our mother is falling in love
What baby wants
We got him a rocking horse but our baby complained it was made of wood and it wasn’t very nice for the tree, and we tried to explain how one thing always displaces another, but our baby was having none of it. He lay in my wife’s arms, a tiny frown
Her husband never dissuaded her, though he didn’t love every look. Annually, there’d be a new ’do—different lengths, textures, colors, and shapes. Twenty years in, she got drastic and asked, Should I cut it all off? Yes, he said without hesitation,
Out of Touch
He touched the window, and the window dissolved. A hummingbird hovered, staring into his eyes, then flew away. A bee bounced off his cheek, and a fly circled his head. He caught it, but when he opened his hand, the fly was gone. He picked up a glass
“You gotta love the Sharon Lipschutzes of the world,” says James. “You really do.”
Rachel turns the page of her book and looks over at her husband. “Sharon Lipschutz?” She squints at the cover of his book even though she already knows
Twenty-two grams in. Thirty-four grams out.
Shot for shot for shot.
I tweak the dial, getting close to the perfect grind.
“This ain’t no mocha hut. Man, this is a legit coffee shop,” yells the barista from the morning shift. He’s convincing himself
Long before Callum ever took his first step into the murky waters of Loch Ness, he knew what lurked below. Callum’s mother had always been fascinated with the idea of undiscovered creatures living among us. And because of her proud Scottish heritage,
Green & Blue
Two insects thin-limbed as grasshoppers with butterfly wings, one springtime green, one fairytale blue, flutter, flicker, land on your fingers in the sun-spilled kitchen. You stand beside the window with the insects on your fingers.
On a Wednesday morning in the loop that is this world without end, Engelbert Humperdinck cuts himself shaving. Above the Adam’s Apple.
I bleed, he says to the mirror as the trickle makes its way to the notch of his neck. Who knew?
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