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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Anatomy of Worry: As Narrative, As Magic

Anatomy of Worry: As Narrative, As Magic

June 22, 2021

I transform any unexpected tragedy, with worry, into the expected. I sap its narrative potential.

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Love

Love

June 08, 2021

The problem with Love, Carla likes to pronounce at random intervals, slicing the otherwise long silence of the sessions, is that it is the domain of science, of We can build you into Love.

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Airplane Cockpit The Waking Short Nonfiction

Upon Learning My Uncle Doug Had Been Married and Divorced Before He Died: A Dialectic

June 01, 2021

They'll tell you, go to college, but mostly, they don't mean to study; they mean for the M.R.S. degree. They'll tell you, what—you thought it was free?

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Fatal Gaze

Fatal Gaze

May 25, 2021

 I have learned that in order to “fall” in love, I must be ready to no longer live in the perfect balance of self-absorption in which falling does not include the outcomes of actual failing.

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The Hill Was Flat

The Hill Was Flat

May 18, 2021

I have never said to my own mother, I wish you lost me in a wild place, but it is true.

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Hagar's Tears

Hagar's Tears

May 11, 2021

This is my morning task now, to sweep the stars out of my tent before the others awake. I must be careful, or the stars might cut my feet, too.

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The G-Word

The G-Word

May 04, 2021

At every sleepover birthday party, we take turns lying on the shag rug, spread our fingers under Julie-Diana-Deanna’s head/shoulders/hips/arms/legs/feet, and recite little-girl mumbo jumbo, trying to levitate each other.

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The Language of Longing

The Language of Longing

May 04, 2021

When I first learn Hebrew at Temple Beth Abraham Sunday school in Oakland, California circa ‘73, we memorize basic words, including ice cream—glida—which I mistake for God, both hard G’s and stressed D’s.

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Still Life

Still Life

April 27, 2021

She drew still lifes. Still lifes on the verge of putrefying.

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Breathing Underwater

Breathing Underwater

April 20, 2021

A thick black line appears in the distance, stretching six feet across. As the shadow grows bigger, it starts to undulate. It has wings.

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I Can't Sleep

I Can't Sleep

April 13, 2021

I never dream and when I wake up I don’t feel like I’ve even been asleep. Sometimes I wake up thinking I’ve been awake. It’s nothing.

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Composite Characters: Alice

Composite Characters: Alice

April 06, 2021

“The first few years of my life were original, then I kept replaying the same scenes with new actors,” I said, trying to explain myself, to make some kind of amends.

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Desert Hearts

Desert Hearts

March 30, 2021

I was sitting on my friend's balcony, drinking her family's homemade wine, when I realized for the hundredth time that I loved her.

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In Living Color

In Living Color

March 23, 2021

That February begins with Groundhog’s Day seems like a cruel joke.

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1962: A Ghost Story

1962: A Ghost Story

March 16, 2021

“Honey.” Her voice is still gentle. “A man can’t move into another man’s house.”

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Dear Child of the Future

Dear Child of the Future

March 02, 2021

Back in these past eras, some of us talked about white supremacy like an iceberg, with the bulk of its mass below the surface, but this articulation was limited: there was nothing natural or inherent about whiteness, or capitalism and colonialism, machines finely-honed after centuries of cruel operation.

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Sanctuary City

Sanctuary City

February 23, 2021

 I said it was like being an altar boy all over again, only with a cheaper kind of thrill.

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This Could Be Love - Ruminate Magazine

This Could Be Love

February 20, 2021

She drags me to each room, to each shadow: the witch, the devil, her own figure at the space where a closet meets the wall.

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Papa's Tallit - Ruminate Magazine

Papa's Tallit

February 20, 2021

It was also a good thing I had no idea what Papa was saying because every morning he thanked God he was not born a woman.

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Ghost Feathers - Ruminate Magazine

Ghost Feathers

February 20, 2021

The cold in the laundromat is specific. It is a broken-radiator cold, Buffalo, New York cold, the rotten-side-of-the-holidays cold, the cold you feel when a spirit is close.

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For the good of those who love him - Ruminate Magazine

For the Good of Those Who Love Him

February 19, 2021

Saul’s father sits down next to him, lights Saul’s candle and pats his leg. He’s always more affectionate in church, like he’s forgotten his normal behaviors. Distracted by the possibility of God, he remembers Saul.  

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8oz of Water

8oz of Water

February 18, 2021

Robin Gow's poem "8oz of water" appears in Issue No. 52: In Transit.

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Should A Catastrophe Occur - Ruminate Magazine

Should a Catastrophe Occur

February 17, 2021

"To be honest, half my life I’ve wanted to hide in a cupboard."

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All This Time Her Bones

All This Time Her Bones

February 16, 2021

Have you come to the part of your life in which you contemplate your mother’s bones?

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In Ourselves, In Our Writing

In Ourselves, In Our Writing

February 15, 2021

When we write about people of our own creation, when we write fiction, there’s different work to do. We aren’t just noticing and deciding how to tell what we’ve noticed or experienced...We’re painting in those faint images and sensations ourselves, layering them onto more concrete descriptions of place and reality.

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