Gulf

Gulf By C.B. Auder issy had just watched a little black pillow wash up when that creaky beachcomber…

Like Disaster

The news suggests that acid rain is to blame. Years of acid rain falling unchecked, seeping into the ground and doing what acid does, eating away at everything it touches. Scientists point to plastic models, removable chunks revealing concavities in the earth, the surface too thin to support what’s on top.

Lancing the Toe & Unbreakable

In the middle of surviving you, I sat on the sidewalk outside the bookshop that paid me too little, sterilized a safety pin with the flame of a lighter and stabbed it through my right big toe.

Then and There

Then and There A rook snags a branch in the sycamore outside my bedroom window. That’s not what…

These Are My Dress Clothes

I could be a shutter, about to fall off its hinge and be consumed by feral shrubbery. Start a new life as a rotting piece of wood. Natallie raises her fist to knock, but the door opens. He looks like someone who once sold bathrobes in a plaza. Long, red, veiny hair combed over a blonde face.

Hineni

The night of my parents’ funeral, she told me that the most important thing you can tell people, dead or alive, is that you are here. On this earth.