How to remove poison
The memory is so deeply rooted it’s as if my body remembers directly.
It’s Our Lucky Day
It’s your lucky day because you have questions - more than just that one - and I have answers to all of them, especially that one.
My Avatar Lives My Life
The stink of roasting duck swarms my room where I lie on my pink-ruffled bed with the pillow over my face.
More-of-the-same-with-Mike Continuum
My brother’s body was found by his drug dealer on September 25, 2008. The dealer was a supposed friend, but later, when reading my brother’s texts, it became clear this “friend” was only tolerated because of his access to OxyContin.
OBSESSIONS AND MONSTERS
The pile of homemade quilts made by southern mamaws, some of whom were just bones now blanketed in dirt, spread their comfortable weight over my eight-year-old arms and legs.
