He would have walked outside, naked, to see what she grew, but the moon was too bright.
Read MoreVirginia pine and more Virginia pine. Toad chirr at night.
Scribble of the mussel’s path in the shallows.
He crests the ridge and slide down through salal and sword fern, plants his feet in creek mud, and stops to catch his breath, to listen.
Nothing but the gurgle of water, the swaying trees, his own hard-charging heart.
”Ack, ack, ack!” go the foxes on Instagram.
Read MoreThere’s probably a herd of woman bugs fleeing to Bed Island as we speak. Victims of sex crimes. Looking to drown their worries with the sweet taste of blood.
Read MoreDasha has read the horror stories online—a whole subreddit devoted to people who went on O trips and swore they never got custody of their brains back.
Read MoreFor god’s sake don’t
look out a window.
He claimed, afterward, to have seen visions. I was jealous. I wanted to see visions, too.
Read MoreIn a fawn-skin pouch, I keep a letter of introduction. Upon it I lay my head.
Read MoreThey hate it,
they’ll kill you–
they’re black holes,
they can’t be eavesdropped upon.
Louisa had no hobbies and no whims, other than the gently pulsing desire to play the game at all possible hours.
Read Moreyou thought of the times the place got rowdy,
Five folks elbow to elbow, passing the toilet paper,
The weird dance of odors, postures
I listened to the spiderwort’s purple testimony
and heard the fat rattle present its evidence,
also the subpoenaed catalpa.
By the time Jenny found out what was happening, she realized Luke had actually been doing pretty well, considering what he was up to was illegal.
Read MoreI feel strongly that all other journals would’ve had the common decency to pass on “Aunt Job.” The fact that you even attempted to publish such a story indicates that you’re morally bankrupt—and I mean that as high praise.
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