Issue: 2017

It was our third date, today, we dated, I think it was a date, we had lunch, we talked, we argued. I thought about falling in love with you, considered that you might   never fall for me, ordered bacon and eggs on croissant, the same as you and kn … Continue Reading

“Well, your brother’s gone off the deep end…” my mother sighed, with an undercurrent of anxious resignation. She had called me from a random hotel in New Jersey, not the kind of place she would ordinarily hang out, but extraordinary circumstances cal … Continue Reading

a series of dotted lines that never converge an elliptical cadence of a conversation dropped due to a bad connection. Speech impediments run in families. We stutter our apologies Always, we say, I’m sorry but never really mean it. Silence is the unders … Continue Reading

your footsteps echoed when you walked through hallways. gold soaked the walls and diamonds dripped from the sky. you never knew of desire, for its screams were muffled with silk and slips of green paper; piling up into mountains and molehills that you … Continue Reading

For many winters, I spent considerable mental energy trying to figure out—as tens of millions are probably doing at this very moment—how to keep squirrels from controlling the birdfeeder. Day after day, I would watch from the sidelines as dominant squi … Continue Reading

            In conversation with Rilke and Ocean Vuong What if getting old is traveling backward, regaining your first eyes, your portion of blood and bone no longer scaled with wound. Suppose you awake without your skin, all your senses felled by slee … Continue Reading