Vladimir came to America from Russia in 1998.             “All of my buddies, they gambles.”             And tonight, he is my Lyft...

An anorexic walks into Chili’s. She opens the menu and dies from shock.   An anorexic walks into Chili’s. She doesn’t open the menu,...

I was the queen of water, even if no one knew. Ten years old, teeming with secrets I was called innocent and little and cute. I was...

Settling into a wingback lounge chair at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, I allow myself to rest in the sweeping view overlooking...

Matter is the problem of the house, which is the problem with me. Matter and the problem of the house can be neither created nor...

after Brian Doyle   Consider the word takhi for a moment. Written, the word might remind you of a Taki, the preservative-loaded,...

For a long time she’d been grappling with the question of why she bothered to write. She knew it wasn’t to connect with potential readers...

Bruce and Mavis, Mavis and Bruce. They blow through my hair like the Holy Spirit. Our double helixes have never danced, but they are...

It was nearly 7pm. I stood at the drop-off counter at the pharmacy as I waited for help from the man behind the counter. People walked...

Start a bath. Walk backwards. Out to the petroleum hall, past the propane and plumbing to polluted-body days. Days of dark and ocean...

on April 10, 2024, O.J. Simpson died from prostate cancer There is a building at La Cienega that has been a variety of things throughout...

It was nearly 7pm. I stood at the drop-off counter at the pharmacy as I waited for help from the man behind the counter. People walked...

An Envelope G. turned away from the corner; the toppled streetlight was partially covered by snow and the sun reflecting off the dirty...

My son finally hit me with a request I didn't want to answer the other day. He asked me if there was ever a fight I refused to watch. If...

eidetic photo of ham sandwich perched atop fire hydrant outside the Woodmere library. somewhere i hear my great grandpa smile & die in...

It is summer. Ice skips into my mouth. Berries hang on the fingers of plants, grains sprout against the toes of the fields. The sun...

The night is a painting on the shore of my mind. It teeters on the edge like a cliff being swallowed by water. My body being eaten by the...

Memory will rust and erode into lists --John K. Samson She once wrote why she loved me. She didn’t write it in a letter or a story or in...

1. You don’t know how to leave and stay gone. There are strands of your longing all over town; chalk residue on his driveway, the sticky...

Black garbage bags hide. She has uncovered family photos, kid's art projects, broken devices, uneaten food, and soiled tissues—no...