Apex Magazine
Dream-weaver, pain-cleaver We’re on a brown raffia mata in my room. The sound and rhythm from Mama’s throat beg me to return to myself, to not let the pain lure...
A Tapestry of Dreams
Dream-weaver, pain-cleaver We’re on a brown raffia mata in my room. The sound and rhythm from Mama’s throat beg me to return to myself, to not let the pain lure...
I press against the mass of women to hold my place in line. Sharp elbows and quick feet, we've abandoned the lessons about order and taking turns we drill into...
And Someone Has To Do It
I press against the mass of women to hold my place in line. Sharp elbows and quick feet, we've abandoned the lessons about order and taking turns we drill into...
The two newer adjuncts are sharing their teaching dreams. I look up, smile, and go back to my notebook, pretending I am writing something important. It’s not that I haven’t...
Auxiliary, Supplementary, Inessential
The two newer adjuncts are sharing their teaching dreams. I look up, smile, and go back to my notebook, pretending I am writing something important. It’s not that I haven’t...
Our tattoos find each other. My black snake slithers off my shoulder and curls itself around his dragon. “This yours?” he says, holding out his arm where the two tattoos...
Intertwined
Our tattoos find each other. My black snake slithers off my shoulder and curls itself around his dragon. “This yours?” he says, holding out his arm where the two tattoos...
We used to cage them in the tide pools, when they were still small enough to capture in our little hands. Pull them out and snap photos that we could...
A Lullaby of Anguish
We used to cage them in the tide pools, when they were still small enough to capture in our little hands. Pull them out and snap photos that we could...
“Mark died yesterday, Margery.” My tone was patient, sad but not distraught. The time for distraught was past, I thought. “Coral, don’t joke about those things. He was right here...
Growing Swirling Clouds
“Mark died yesterday, Margery.” My tone was patient, sad but not distraught. The time for distraught was past, I thought. “Coral, don’t joke about those things. He was right here...
When the owl came to me, its eight frosted talons gripped our continents, and the atmosphere lapped its ankles like a tide pool. When it lowered its head from orbit,...
The Owl
When the owl came to me, its eight frosted talons gripped our continents, and the atmosphere lapped its ankles like a tide pool. When it lowered its head from orbit,...