The TripI stand by the car with my hand on the door. Streetlights and porch lights dot the neighborhood like little halos of indifference. Lazy…Jun 8, 2020Jun 8, 2020
Fruit BirdThe birds come to my yard to eat. They come in winter for red berries and pull invertebrates from the ground in spring.Feb 16, 2020Feb 16, 2020
Burn PileAfter my mom and I clear brush from her property, we burn it in the bonfire.Feb 11, 2020Feb 11, 2020
The Ex-Boyfriend That Wrote a Terrible BookHow it feels to be the main character in someone else’s storyNov 18, 20191Nov 18, 20191
Chop Wood, Carry WaterI started to turn the soil last week. The ground was a carpet of tall weeds. Grasses and wildflowers, ground-hugging thistle, all…Oct 8, 2019Oct 8, 2019
The In-Between of WhitenessI don’t belong here but there is nowhere else I can go because this is where I belong.Oct 4, 20191Oct 4, 20191
Published inLiterally LiteraryBetter, But Not GreatThe relief and shame of accepting State funded assistanceSep 6, 2019Sep 6, 2019
Published inHuman PartsMy Neighbor Has a ChainsawWhat I learned by knocking on the front door of the house around the cornerAug 14, 2019Aug 14, 2019
Published inLiterally LiteraryThe Hour Before We Leave…One morning in the 21st CenturyAug 6, 2019Aug 6, 2019
Published inLiterally LiteraryLola and The BuffaloA short story from “Los Santos”.Aug 1, 2019Aug 1, 2019
Published inLiterally LiteraryMythic Ishtars’ Magic EggsI lay my daughter in her bed. She is restless, so I lay down next to her and hold her. It is a nice night…Jul 30, 2019Jul 30, 2019