Petty Blood Sport
He injured me is how we met. He kicked me in the shin in the line for free wine. 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
The Transparency Project
She watched her heart beating again and again like an unanswered question, like a phone in her chest that would not stop ringing. More
from Alt Vices
When I feel a human-sized void, is it instinctual that I fill it with a human? More
The Quantum Theory of Suffering or Why I Look at the Moon
I only know this small piece of quantum theory: a thing does not exist until it is looked at or measured. That is, the moon does not exist until… More
Mother and Daughter
But then there are daughters who become mothers, confusing the story because as mothers they remain, by definition, also daughters. How do they know which they are? 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 puzzle box
he didn't have to say much anymore. he could imply. there was the equation, and the proof, and there was a little machine we could build and imagine it… More
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