NONFICTION

so real it’s almost unbelievable
Reconnaissance

another self emerges between assignments, to follow the dog into winter dusk and watch the snow fall. Not sociable, but perceiving

A History of Love In the Void

It was an engagement of secrets in sunlit spaces.

Finding My Fix

I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.

Teeth and Boyfriends

With great reluctance, I agree to meet a cousin for an outside lunch…

artwork with Venus
Light Pencils

The weeks go like this: accepting, horny, hopeful, sad. I’m four different people trying to establish one perspective on a major life event – on the creation of life itself.

Alan Rickman and the Mermaids of the Conch Republic

Sound engineers believe Alan Rickman possessed the perfect male voice. Early acting teachers told him he sounded like he was speaking from the back of a drainpipe.

Athena, the Octopus, Solves a Puzzle

The new octopus at the children’s aquarium was named Athena, and as we waited for her to emerge, I thought of the almost-too-faint second line on the pregnancy test three days before.

First Boyfriend

I run with a pack of older boys from our neighborhood, the only girl.

Post Pregnancy Examination (Shortened Form)

Infant’s Name: A
Delivery Date: August 1, 2002

Crossing the Square

My dad was an inveterate theatergoer in the old country where theatre reigned supreme before the Soviets, under the Soviets, after the Soviets.

Rose By Any Other Name

Kate Winslet always reminded me of my mom. Maybe that’s why, even to this day, I get defensive of Rose from Titanic when people call her stupid or shallow…

What Do People Do All Day?

What possible use is this lengthy childhood? Surely there would be a selective advantage in maturing earlier, so children are less vulnerable to predation and mothers are freed up to have more children?

The Final Fruits

My mother has been dead for two hundred and forty-three days. I’ve had plenty of things in my refrigerator for longer.

Smile.

At twenty, the world is yours because you’re beautiful. But never acknowledge your beauty, or it makes you a bitch.

Familiar Territory

Could someone hating you really cause a physical unease? Sure, why not.

Forest Walk on a Friday

Every time I come to the forest, it’s different, but so am I.

Your Family (Search) History

No matter how you try to ignore it, you look like him. You look like your father.

Investigation of the Spectacle

Our mission is not a drunken pub-crawl, per se, but examination of all possibilities…

Ruminations

Through the dusty window in my parent’s bedroom, I watched the neighbor’s cattle graze.

Wilderness

The land here is scarred and wrinkled.

Share some abandon.

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