The choices we make

She said to me the word is sacred; in the beginning, there was el verbo.…

Poor Things

Rita uncoiled a length of twine and looked up at the cloudless April sky. The…

Tita Norma Wore a Headscarf

Two hunched-over, broken-down, little old brown ladies amble up your block. Their wrinkled heads wrapped…

poet: rigor mortis, zombies, & dehumanization

  after Night of the Living Dead (1968), 1:34:35, directed by George A. Romero and…

Safety in Numbers

 “You know, baby,” Griffith said as he took a long toke, sitting up so his…

A Talent for Packing

  We grab the bags, half filled, again. Let the shame we own shade us…

Medea to Susan Smith, 1995

  It would have been better if we both had guns / if it had…

Interrogation

  He is perfect to whom the entire world is as a foreign place –Saint…

Swimming Lesson

    I found a pool and fell in. The water surrounds me while the…