Seven years ago I began having an intrusive recurring daydream of a small oarless rowboat drifting away from land with me curled up at…
The next great American novel, said my grandfather, will be written by a woman. I don’t disagree. My cousin (whose name escapes me, meaning she must be a second-cousin, or a friend of a cousin, or a friend of a second-cousin) once whispered to me…
I open a bottle of Cass with tweezers and skin my knuckles in the process. As with most things, this takes effort. And, unlike…
Gather Althea seeds under the full moonAnd rub them on your thighs and genitals— sometimes you need an…
