My Father and I

My Father and I

April 26, 2022

I want to say I loved my father, but I can’t remember if it’s true.      

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The Hours

The Hours

April 12, 2022

The Hour Instructing the Boy / How to Show His Mother Love Without Hurting Her or / Damaging the Tubing that Sustains Her. The Hour of Grading Papers / Without (Really) Reading Them, then the Hour of Justifying / This is Just Fine This Once.

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Accuracy

Accuracy

March 29, 2022

You’re obsessed, as your husband might say, and you realize it’s not about the color, silly, it’s how you feel to be exact about something, anything—a feeling, a place, or this color.

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In the Valley of Dreams

In the Valley of Dreams

February 01, 2022

My affair felt like the smaller transgression, a less-than sign as opposed to an equal to, but that wasn’t the sort of thing you talked about on the side of the road with dust rising like spirits in the heat, fathers rising from the depths of memory. 

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Nova

January 25, 2022

She said nothing, placed a hand on his forearm. Already their spirits were shrinking, an unletting of birthday-bright balloons.

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Avalon

January 18, 2022

I know now what it means to be full to bursting with eager limbs, tears, and milk. I know, too, what it means to stretch something open with my own fullness by way of desire.

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The Eager Acolyte

The Eager Acolyte

January 11, 2022

Without hesitation, he brings the cup to his fleshy lips, tipping it back, gulping audibly, his Adam’s apple moving like a mouse beneath a blanket. That nothing may be lost.

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Inventory of a Love Addict

Inventory of a Love Addict

January 04, 2022

Now you have a delicate moth clawing its way up your hand. Beneath it, stone fruit, ripe. You think of Persephone. You wonder how much of love ends in transaction, an exchange. 

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Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy - Ruminate Magazine

Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy

December 21, 2021

Baking is precise and often pretty; cooking, more improvisational; I like them both and lose myself that way, which is a life skill and I recommend it.

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A Boundary Beyond Which Events Cannot Affect an Observer

A Boundary Beyond Which Events Cannot Affect an Observer

December 14, 2021

I wonder how overpowered you must be to separate electrons from atoms and twirl magnetic fields so high above yourself before snapping them back down until you’ve flared up a Hole of Darkness, like it’s the last spacetime-warping boss of an RPG.

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I've Come to Hold the Baby

I've Come to Hold the Baby

December 07, 2021

As Cindy bent over close to make the transfer, she sniffed as she always did. The hints were there, but no more than they always were, allusions emitted from his pores of another world.

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Ett tyst år / A silent year

Ett tyst år / A silent year

November 30, 2021

When we dream, the contours of our memories are rarely sharp. 

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Boots

Boots

November 23, 2021

For my own boots, I’d sit on the floor, pull and heave until my boots came off, contorting my legs in ways that tired adults could not, or would not. 

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Waiting

November 16, 2021

I think about my mother in the garden hilling green beans, and I asked her if I could go on birth control, and she didn’t say anything, which meant “yes,” which meant “no,” which meant, “I’m hilling beans right now.

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Sleeping Giants

Sleeping Giants

November 09, 2021

she stood with a boot on a ladder that stretched up to nowhere, and with a turned head she looked back at us with blank eyes. It looked like she had decided to leave the earth.

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Go-Go Girl

Go-Go Girl

November 02, 2021

Nestled in, camouflaged, their points jauntily faced the sky, and I knew Glen was right: those boots could never be mine.

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People in puerto rico play drums, an erasure by Nicole Arocho Hernández

An excerpt from “Sotheby’s Says My Country is a Tax Incentive”

October 26, 2021

Act 20 is grounded to this island in ways I am not. My taproot is rotting. Act 20 has a forest. I am jealous of a law.

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Swaddle

Swaddle

October 19, 2021

She lingered a while, then folded down into a silhouette, onto the metallic chair beside you.

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Bone on Bone and Blue

Bone on Bone and Blue

October 12, 2021

I am not my mother’s daughter. I am a poet. I ride a bicycle.

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Life Expectancy

Life Expectancy

October 05, 2021

In 1944, when my father was just a boy, his dog was sent away and my grandfather lied about it. Something about Sparky being “needed for the war” and special farms for training.

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Sitting Quiet

Sitting Quiet

September 24, 2021

That summer, our other brother stopped showering, and I began swallowing watermelon seeds so one would grow inside me 

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Summer of Joy

Summer of Joy

September 24, 2021

During storms, we like to imagine we’re in a boat at sea, the only ones left alive. That’s when Joey becomes Joy.

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Bored Nonfiction Abigail Thomas The Waking

Boredom Interrupted

September 21, 2021

The flies struggle, but I persevere, and after what seems like forever, wings held tight against their bodies, the flies are sliding down the glass on streams of the liquid, like a fatal carnival ride.

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Absence Makes

Absence Makes

September 14, 2021

Like most things worth fearing, it was invisible, the danger

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viva viriditas, or, poem for epiphany

viva viriditas, or, poem for epiphany

August 31, 2021

perhaps it is i, not the garden, who has been asleep

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On Penknives

On Penknives

August 24, 2021

“Why don’t you leave him?” someone asks. Such a young question

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Nugget King

Nugget King

August 17, 2021

“Shut up, Allen,” I say, but Allen’s already standing and holding the black trash bag like a prize. I can smell the garlicky pink sludge starting to thaw inside it.

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Brooks

Brooks

August 10, 2021

I don’t think anyone understood Indiana Jones in the first place.

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The Animals They Used to Be

The Animals They Used to Be

August 03, 2021

The bones, he knew from a childhood obsession with dinosaurs... would be there forever; or, almost forever—as forever as it mattered.

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Mamá Makes a Call to México

Mamá Makes a Call to México

July 27, 2021

Again, mamá will parse what she can and pretend the voice soun   ds the same as the voice in her memories across the border

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Fake Teeth

Fake Teeth

July 20, 2021

We didn’t play Shark Attack anymore after I face-planted on a marble slide and banged my two front teeth.

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Pork Fluff

Pork Fluff

July 20, 2021

He never did like her cooking and his wife berated him every time he asked for pork fluff to go with his rice.

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March

March

July 13, 2021

Watch me move my mouth like I know what it’s asking. Which is always the past, a redoing it.

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Infinite Wrecking Ball

Infinite Wrecking Ball

July 06, 2021

"Besides, seventy years seems a sensible lifespan for a wrecking ball," I told the salesman, my face as honest as a dinner plate.

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Two Minds, Cooking, Friday Night

Two Minds, Cooking, Friday Night

June 29, 2021

Your blood’s like Bolognese.

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