Neversink

My diagnosis allowed every doctor I saw to pretend they knew something about me. The more they knew, the less they listened to me...I could never get across that my body was a whole thing.



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vibrant blue bioluminescent coral glows a neon light blue

Zebrafish

He tugs at his sleeves. Maybe he has a sister—as I have a brother—whose brain, like the zebrafish’s brain, craves that bitter swallow, that floating high.


close up of lined grass ending just before it meets concrete. the point where the two surfaces meets for a diagonal line across the image

Fluctuations

Mid-squat above my dented desk chair, the one painted black, its wood from some long lost oak poking through, I realize I’ve left the kitchen light on. Its glow casts austere shadows down the hallway, disrupted only by a brief flicker—some fault in the fuse or simply the ghost of my better self, scolding me […]


a sand piper walks on a beach covered in leaves and foliage

We Defy Augury

A frog body splayed under a bench spilled its entrails just for us, the only ones here who couldn’t read them. All the birds of the last few days now seemed to augur in the Roman way—where gods’ wills could be seen in their flight, their sound, their type and grouping.


Now, You Will Listen

classmates’ eyes : my child’s face))) until my kid walked the halls))) to the school bathroom))))) to text me from a stall))) crying))) feeling what it is)))  to  really be))) little))) a hard  lesson in world history))) a lesson I’d learned))) at that age too.


purple night sky with a shooting star. an orange glow comes from just above the mountains at the bottom of the picture.

Worm Food Support Group

It’s true that braids are a love language. It’s true that fruit is a love language. It’s true that the shooting star emoji is, too.


image of an empty shed or room in a wooden home, with empty shelves lining the walls on the left and right of the image. A large windo lets a lot of light in on the wall opposing the camera

Ashes Above Us

I want to know what became of the girl but my aunts don’t know anything more about her, not even her name.