I’ve only seen my father cry a handful of times. There’s an immediate sense of betrayal in typing […]
essays
Most of us have been there. You are at a party, glass of wine in hand. More often […]
I was wearing a ribbed white tee shirt with a wide scoop neck and faded khaki pants with […]
white nylon rope A text, that you had been killed as the passenger in a head-on collision. I […]
At this present moment, I am a meromictic lake. My face is awash with saltwater sweat, indistinguishable to […]
You are seven years old and have just gotten the training wheels removed from your pink huffy bicycle. […]
It’s early morning and the sound of heavy rain fills my room. The drumming on the tin roof […]
Whenever I imagine my father, he’s almost naked. For three years after my parents divorced, I spent every […]
My eyes are pointed at the mat because a large man has his hands cupped behind my head. […]
I don’t fall so much these days. That’s partly because I’m aware of the likelihood of falling, so […]