we are all our bodies dying every little thing good or bad that will happen it will happen it's all we are and i will die. and...

I ask my dog, who will one day die and break my heart. Lately, I've been thinking less about getting hit by a car and more about heart...

how wonderful it is to never have enough chairs or coasters, plates or forks. Just yesterday someone else made me a cup of tea....

Warm palms on hill and valley stomach rising upanddown with milky breath, and fat pearls of drool like spiderweb at the corners of his...

I didn't fall in love when I was 15 with the girl who had wide brown eyes and who asked me to date her through four 8tracks playlists of...

You're the main character in a room full of your friends. You outgrow clothes. You outgrow a lot of clothes. Hangovers hit you harder...

the grief spills out like buckwheat honey across terracotta greek tiles and i'm still thinking about it. i've been thinking about it...

Alone. Ignoring everyone. Problems getting bigger body getting bigger and I don't know what to do with myself that wouldn't hurt everyone...

He was so small, nameless bug, when I saw him; lime green against desk white, confronting the walking world on six legs. A loose mimic, a...

the air ambulances scuttle like toddlers learning the intricacies of their feet in the space between the ground and the sky, lifting...

Happiness is somewhere along the M6 in a traffic jam on one of the hottest days of 2023. Happiness has his hand, palm flat and dewy from...

I sit down next to him on one of the high bar stools, ordering a pint of golden because I know that's what he's drinking. When the...

deep in the ground my geothermal love like a geyser ripples in the undercurrent and i put up signs for tourists. you can look but you...

The worst thing you ever gave me was all this anger and nothing to hold it with. You unloaded the shopping bags into my open arms and...

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains parental death and sexual themes. All events depicted are fictional. The day of my father’s funeral,...

the simplest way to put it is that i see us dancing in my mind in the seeping noir of night i picture us dancing in a circle spinning...

i drove past my old high school on the way home from buying alcohol. she's still in there, somewhere, probably hanging around the science...

i see things in high definition colour, but july is the only month that fluctuates— between florida orange and, later, burnt sienna;...

i’d scrub it; really, i would, but i don’t want to get the dirt on my hands. it exists: the dirt. on the floor and the walls and the...

In Memoriam; 1937-2021 I rest, as once more my legs are crossed upon the floor; the old armchair not looms but graces the room, and our...