Volume 8 Number 2
On Sundays we ate at the taco truck in the Von’s parking lot, took the free tortilla chips and put them over our eyes like…
In my community there were two theories on death. Both were based on Gompertz. Neither proved adequate in assuaging the large-scale existential concerns that were…
I didn’t start out trying to eat you, but I wasn’t exactly surprised when it happened. And now that I’ve eaten you, I feel something…
1. Sister and I built you out of spare parts. An ironing board for your torso, a plunger for one arm, a broomstick for the…
There is a dead boy down in the wet basement. He has been there so long he is just particles in the stagnant water. “You…
These were rowdy and ill-behaved children, and we didn’t belong here, Sissy and I decided. I was holding my breath and clutching an old greeting…
Daddy and the other men from the neighborhood came splash- ing down the creek toward our house, Daddy carrying Sissy in his arms and she…
When I visit Christine, she shows me her braid. French, nouveau for the time, her mother’s work. We talk for a while. She calls her…
She was tired of people asking where she’s from. It was a question, she’d decided, that was both too strange and too familiar. There were…
Your mom asks you to latch eye and hook around her neck. A string of little white moons rests against her breasts. Luna. Eclipse. Breathe—…