I said to him that I had been trying to write a story in a Ring Lardner sort of style. He asked me what a Ring Lardner sort of style was. Ring Lardner was a writer of humorous stories, I said…
Head full of fishes. Someone says complicate the blue. I do. I do. I do.
Unaccustomed to performing without instruments, Los Guaraguao’s hands moved everywhere: through their hair, over their chests, into their pockets, through their hair again.
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I needed Alice to go with me to the Baha’i temple in Wilmette because she’d agreed to model in a photo series I was doing—white girls co-opting global cultures. I was calling it Multi-Culti, …
The position was meant to be temporary, covering for the receptionist at a dental clinic while she visited family for four weeks.
I once told him, “I think I’m dying here,” and he reached behind my head for the orange pill bottle. He dumped the oxy into my hand. The drug he took for migraines and back pains. “I won’t …
Tonight, I am all joint and animal dark. My heel blots out the moon, / vanishes the small nod of light. And yes, / I prayed today, verging into my bismillah before settling / on the broken.
