When Mom came home, she handed me a piece of paper. It had a picture of a small dog with the word LOST on the top. “A customer at the store told me she lost her dog, and she’s offering one thousand dollars to anyone who finds him,” Mom said. “We...
Buck saw a long, slender, shadow move out of the dark corner and into the light. He stopped breathing as as he realized the only thing it could be.
They want ambition, trajectory, arc. They want to know about the novelist you dream of becoming, not the words you inscribe on the insides of your thighs with razor-tipped calligraphy pens.
I hadn't been to the grove in days, neglecting my duty to both the trees and myself. Coming here recharged me, gave me back power and life I found nowhere else.
Empty, a shell washes onto the shore.
One creature glimpses it, then a few more.
"There are evil spirits in the beech tree," Alphonse's mother-in-law said. "All the village knows it and they talk of nothing else."
a response to ‘The Kiss’ by Gustav Klimt light of late afternoonspills onto us like jars of wildflower honeyaround my anklesflowers form themselvesinto bouquets of calla lily and cosmos, violet and freesiawe kneel as if in pagan prayerknees on...
Two minutes cannot hold them all: and yet we stand and let the quietness speak.
Dispatch sent us to a stone house on Aberdeen Avenue in Westmount, but that’s all we had to go on: an address. “Miss Amara? We’re first responders,” my partner hollered.
Last year I watched the kites ripple into the atmosphere as I placed marigolds out for our great-grandmother Carmen. This year, I am the one being welcomed back.