Flash
The Smell of All Mothers
It was That Smell, that-so-familiar-one that hurt me not to remember where I’d smelled it before.
Si Dios Quiere
Raul returns the greeting, always the same: by running his pointer finger over his throat in disapproval.
The Whales
The whales would sing because they were alone, but with each other, their song a reminder that loss and exile are linked.
Before the Crossing
The boy loved seeing the tent from outside, lit up by firelight, glowing brightest where it was wearing thin.
Whatever Doesn’t Kill Me
You’re safe now, said the plates, the walls, the glasses, even the golden chandelier that I hadn’t noticed before.
You and Me, Bird
Your near-life experiences have coalesced in this momentary identity. You are a woman speeding along I-10 with a caged green-cheeked conure chirping by her side.
Tumblr vs. Democracy
They tell me that my new job is to chisel a deep and lasting crack into the foundation of American democracy.
My Ex and My Ex-Chicken
I started to wonder how the hell she’d found me after all these years, but I was starting to realize that any chicken with the amount of determination I was seeing now would hardly be deterred from tracking me down.
