I once heard someone give a talk about our origins. About how we’re not from a stereotyped place, but rather from a locality. We live local, learn all the customs and internalize all the rules, take out the trash
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Category: Fall 2022
When Eric gave me the warm, glass cup of water I was almost in tears. My thighs kept knocking each other and I was sweaty. He sat beside me on the long bed that was opposite the blank television.
It had been five years since I saw the first of them—the shadows that haunt me. It started with seeing them in the corners of my eyes, vague, nonthreatening shapes. As years went by, they encroached further upon my
It was hot and getting hotter in the Hawaiian jungle. In the valley, Rob weeded through a rugged dirt floor, tanned forearms digging into cooled clay, cocooned by silent slopes of green where his banana, and macadamia, and mango,
“We started off at the Café Bar Old England,” I told Alan. “With beer and chips. Then some of the lads wanted to go to the Berka. The pimps were all crowded outside the bar, singing the praises of
Santino felt glad he’d sold his arm off and replaced it with an aug. This coffee he’d just picked up was stupidly hot, at least according to the temperature sensors in his fingers. He tried to move as quickly
On the unexpected vast mount, a single path goes in all directions. The hiker is lost, and signs are gone, but from a hole close by come tiny steps, drawing the eye to a small and shy white fur.
High school biology, skinning a frog: fascinated in spite of myself at the inside-out glove of the peeled epidermis, the sleekness of overlapped muscles, the three black liver lobes hiding the nut of a wrinkled gallbladder. At the way
You must know I am the charred debris that crumbles to the shore a negative image of the burning, left unburnt trying to breathe through a leaf disintegrating on your tongue. That is what I am a desiccant ashen
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