After ||| TriQuarterly

The girls in the parking lot behind the Chevron have just smoked their first cigarettes, and were not clumsy at it. Each one assumed she would be: that she would fumble with the lighter, struggle just to get the tip … Continued

Mother’s Foxes ||| Radar Poetry

On days when I am sullen, I think of them: fox of envy, hollow fox with black punched eyes. Skittering fox skirting the road, fingers-in-the-pie fox, egg-stealing fox licking thin black lips to red? Pretty little doll-fox. Fox of bad … Continued

Marla ||| Ninth Letter

All night Monday night I was dreaming about my teeth falling out, and then when I woke up on Tuesday there were eight dead bumblebees on my windowsill. And at first, I was like: oh, that’s an omen. I should … Continued

The Putin Resurrections ||| Gulf Stream

I’d heard the rumor that Putin was bringing people’s fathers back to life. It seemed the stuff of urban myth, some superhero lore cooked up by Putin and his minions to incite awe. Then I got a notice to appear … Continued

Bluff ||| THRUSH Poetry Journal

It’s a familiar script, a gull’s attention to wind, gray petal, feather-slammed, accustomed to bullying, not me, I turn my back on it, claim this pool room’s lit pasture, its geography of Bells, and contemplate the erosions, a house inching … Continued

What Broke in the Move ||| flyway

In my favorite picture of us, we’re sitting side by side on the concrete front porch of the house where I grew up, each with an arm slung over the other’s shoulders. Both have bright red bits of yarn holding … Continued

Mussel ||| The Adirondack Review

Not muscle as in strong, but mussel as in the blue-black stone that opens to orange flesh. Axel, your kindness reminds me of those moments when my brother and sister and I waited for the tide to pull low, and … Continued