Oh, The Places You Will Go!
“Stay? Go?”—the choice, the freedom to choose suffocating like a plastic bag atop her head, a hijab tied around her neck, as if an answer would erase doubt, a… More
Pomegranate
The cart was gaining momentum. My friend nudged me, said, "Your mother is waving," but I was biting, savoring the burst of red honey on my tongue. More
from Alt Vices
When I feel a human-sized void, is it instinctual that I fill it with a human? More
Deer in the Woods
“You therefore ought to put some thought into what happiness means to you,” the German said turning towards me, ”Deer in the woods? Or deer on the plate?”… More
The PEN Ten with Lisa Lucas
"I [ ] think that there’s something to how hard it is to write, to tell the truth, to publish, and to make a living doing so that brings… More
Raccoon, pronghorn, mule deer, ring-necked pheasant, fox
I’m sorry for driving past and driving past and driving past all winter and into spring, and for watching, with interest—even, I’m ashamed to say, a kind of gross… More
An Odd Bird
Amal didn’t see when they took her mother away. She closed herself in her mother’s bedroom and smelled the lilac on her mother’s pillow until the sounds of the… More
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