“I don’t like how her flesh looks,” my daughter tells me. According to Phoebe, this woman has the flesh of a winter peach.

Self-Portrait as Zac Efron’s Butt Double What a feeling to find yourself wearing a nude thong mounting a green... more

Before roosting in the city, starlings dive— five thousand deep in flock. Like cells they follow the law of localization.... more

BROWSING FOR CHAINSAWS The carwash that neighbors the boarded-up hospital suddenly leaks back to life. A rust-eaten... more

“We made out once,” my sister says. I thought “I was in love with him for a night.”

All i want is an apple but no one / is picking these days.

My daughter Lisbeth checks Missy’s gums for bleeders. “Sometimes the damage done takes generations to make itself known,” she says, nodding along with her words, agreeing with herself. 

By now Lena was supposed to be the version of herself at whom people looked twice, and whom Alec missed, at home, now that they lived together. But she was still just herself, in stockings and hoodie, her face half-done. 

Domo

and a vague behind-the-eyes tired from reading about destruction until after midnight

At first Margaret went around whispering about the rape. The rape? Her rape? Did she own it? Did she have to keep it? Did she share it? 

But while I am nervous for what’s to come, I’ve always found comfort in Paramore—whether I was: 15 and head banging to “Misery Business” during anime club; crushing it on my Rock Band drum set to “That’s What You Get”; fucking up at my first publishing internship with an earful of “Ain’t It Fun”; or lip-syncing to “Still Into You” in my junior year dorm room, at 4 a.m., when I was in denial about how in love I was with a best friend.

Don’t know whether I was really desperate for weed or just plain curious about that dude, Duffy, but for whatever reason, I found myself back at his trailer, on the couch, watching TV and smoking his shit.

[The wind of that dream lasted a horizon] The wind of that dream lasted a horizon of years in my stomach, leaving a lone... more

We wiped down, scraped, rearranged, shook out, swept, mopped, vacuumed, stripped, waxed, sealed.

We move next door to a gas station. The town is small. No stoplights. Small enough that beer is delivered from a single brewery in a single form: light.

  Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart. —Tara... more

Molly liked that the Museum of Light was honest.  Inside every light is a seed of darkness, one interpretive sign began.  It is light’s job to prevent that seed from blooming.  

Southerners think that West Virginia is the north, and northerners think West Virginia is the south. 

If you are flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.

No one should become a new parent at my age.

It must've been the late nineties. I was collecting welfare at the time. I couldn't have been more then... more

1. you never wanted to be the kind of person who balked when people entered your home without taking off their shoes

Today I kiss her knuckles & we lumber home like mammoths.

No one even realized Plain could make such a comeback. Years before, it tapered off in grocery stores. Chips. Donuts. Even Coca-Cola. All were taken over by ranch, chocolate, lime. 

It is not the anniversary of her death that wrecks me but a day some weeks before it. It is the anniversary of the day I sat on my porch, barefoot, polyester graduation trappings in hand, and thought to call her but then did not because I was too busy.