Some believe, following the Buddhist tradition, that yuanfen is similar to karma; its driving force is the consequence of actions...

Creative Nonfiction - LGBTQIA+ Prose and Poetry Contest Winner The hills to the south of our house were burning. We saw the fire over a...

Interludes I we ‘ve met in happy interlude: As I traipse from one act of suffering to the next I cling to the soft and gentle Walk with...

I know this is love. It has the immediate warmth of a telepathic connection, like when conjoined twins use their own language. We can...

Tell her it’s not a good idea to cancel her date. Crush two black dahlias in your fists. Mix with rosehip oil and lavender. Smear onto...

I dream in black, My nightmares are black. Sometimes I don’t know the difference between a space shuttle and The Nina, The Pinta and La...

The breaking was tremendous. It was all we could say in our silences, and while all we knew was this descending dark, our tiny flames...

I remember the yellow afternoon we spent sprawled in the backfield of our old elementary school Your head anointed with a crown of...

16. I spend three afternoons a week in a dance class where I learn some sort of Hip-Hop Bollywood fusion. It has Afrobeat elements. Lots...

What if I slept with someone else? What if— You heard me. I think I’m going to need more context for this. I’m asking what you would do....

“I still think of her when I masturbate,” I blurt out as I stick a cigarette between my teeth. Raising my lighter to the end and watching...

May 1996 The bathtub had just been cleaned. That’s the part she emphasized as she told the story, though I wasn’t sure why. She said, “I...

around this sun that brightens just like you are laughing at another year with you and i so let’s fill a junk drawer together soy sauce...

My eyelids crawl over in bone-fed memory like clock hands. Your lips are the first to buckle back into the rhythmic tick, cracked by the...

We woke, in love, so new in love, that as we lay there, watching the flakes drift past my picture window, the bedroom one that framed...

Must every thought I have be of you? Water, and a bean-shaped pool flamingos “waterlogged” kisses – the taste of sunscreen Prayers, and...

In your eyes, the Amazon breathes: lustrous night, shivering heat, air that weaves through avenues of vines, frond skyways. Sweltering...

She has spent every moment of her life grieving previous moments, so excuse her if she is slow to think. Slower to speak. Slowest to open....

because they said we couldn’t. This is the windbreak that failed against the push and shove of our blame. This is the beacon we erected...

Bobbi Kobeski stepped out of the shower, toweled herself off, and then took a quick moment to admire herself in the row of mirrors above...