c’té jour-citte
impossible de faire un tour en ville Read more →
Genre: Featured
loss of (her)self
I was crescent-mooning lemons the winter afternoon that my hair fell out. It was mid-January, the cold season, and I had been headachy all morning. I suspected a virus blooming in me, influenza that I could rinse away with mugs of ginger tea, cinnamon, turmeric, cayenne.Read more →
The Dawn of our Competition History
To Charles Pear’s regret, Andre Dovenstock didn’t pass away. Despite the hard times, Mr. Dovenstock showed no sign of weakness or surrender, so Mr. Pear had to suppress his hope. He considered moving to another town, any place would do.Read more →
Urban Wildlife
We raised our eyes from where our children were playing in the sand and peered up through the branches of the tall pine. It was true, there was a boy shimmying along one of the tree’s narrow branches, at least twelve feet off the ground, the limb flexing under his weight. Read more →
You Don’t Do That to Pele
As a ghost, you should be nimble. You should mosey, kick up your heels, do the boot-scootin’ boogie. Instead you can only float—you’re a sickly grey balloon, attached to my rapidly burning wrist. So nice of you to join me on Hapuna Beach, Dad.Read more →
The First Victim
these days
ya can’t even go into town
without gettin’ splattered by pranks Read more →