Comfort Nausea

I’m in the sunroom of my Minneapolis apartment when my mother tells me she’s been watching Heartstopper.



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An oil painting of three nineteenth-century women gleaning a field of wheat.

The Gleaner’s Daughter

Time and geography decide what counts as abundance. But abundance was not where I came from.


Sepia-toned image of a monarch butterfly perches on a branch to feed on a white flower bud.

How the Strands Sing

The body teeters on a fulcrum, one base pair away from disaster.


Oil painting of six people gathered around a white-tableclothed table, playing a vintage board game.

Solving for R

The voice from our body, after all, is just a cover for the voice inside our head.