listen, i’m not sure what i mean so i’m not certain what i want. it’s all up in the air now. it hovers, watching over me like a bird. a big bird. a bird of prey. i am its prey. talons reach for me and i am alone. the talons are the night. in the […]
Tag: auto-fiction
all the horses in me are wild
beach, north dakota, is by far the windiest place i’ve ever been. it’s one of many things that makes being on the plains so humbling. walking in a straight line is impossible. driving through it is exhausting. having a coherent thought, standing out there in those punishing gusts, is out of the question. i’ve been […]
undone, dripping
“oh, i’m not good with dairy,” says the girl next to me as she devours a bowl of spinach artichoke dip. she plopped down onto her bar stool about ten minutes ago and has been chatting nonstop with the guy on the other side of her ever since, except he just got up to get […]
pity god
from april __ jerry (not his real name) and i sit watching the river and the sun setting below the hill beyond it. i talk about being in love with my fourth grade teacher, mr. marone. about how even at a young age, i knew what it felt like to be spiritually bonded. jerry tells […]
