Shilling
Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…
Writer’s Choice
Sometimes I Feel Like Chernobyl
I wanted to plug my ears. I wanted to run away. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me…
Sorry
I can’t do this. I can’t parent without him. I can’t hold this family together. I am failing them. I am failing everyone.
An Ode (Apology) to My Lungs
Some catalyst would send my heart racing, my lungs suddenly too large for my rib cage. Mouth glued to a vaporizer…
The Cats
The man lying on the hospital bed knows that he is dying. Beside him, the heart monitor stutters, falters, returns to a steady pace once more, each time the rhythm slower.
Book Review: Pondering Beauty During a Pandemic
Shapes of Native Nonfiction delivers 27 lyric essays from 18 indigenous authors. The essays are grouped into four sections—technique, coiling, plaiting, and twining.
Out of Kilter
I long for that boring state of alignment that I can rely on sharing with those around me…
In Parts
My friends detonate their truth bombs right in my face.
My Secret Body
Not meant for fingers or your branding pain, my skin turned inward that day…