A Fix first appeared in The Burrow Press Review. In private, we began with handcuffs, a shiny silver pair of handcuffs. I would take June’s small and delicate wrist in my hands and rub my thumbs across the softest, whitest skin
It was winter, and the nights were quiet. No cars drove down the curving street after dark and so there was no crunching of snow under tires worn thin. The wind howled from time to time but generally, there was
We met on my lunch hour. I left the bank at a quarter of twelve, as I always do. I’ve told Joan again and again that I hate taking my lunch so early, but she’d never change the schedule.
Grieving for Writers I’ve Never Known first appeared in The Rumpus Five years ago on a tiny island in the Aegean, I cried for Kurt Vonnegut as I sat in the tub, holding in one hand the long, low-pressure shower
Testimony first appeared in The Drum I suppose we were never really lovers, then. Oh, I could describe his body, though I doubt very truly. I’ve been known to embellish, exaggerate, tear up the facts and stitch them together again to
At the Zoo originally appeared in BurnerMag Inside the gate, the night is immediately darker, wilder. I’ve been to the zoo before, but never after hours. Never at night. I place my glass down gently on the wooden ledge of the
No, it starts with the faucet. The bird isn’t all the way thawed yet, and so she runs it under cold water, letting the sink fill up around the carcass. While the water splashes in the basin, Miranda moves over