I am sitting in my mother’s red Bonneville station wagon. Mamá’s hair is still black and long and flows over the back of the seat.
Coral Street
"Something moved across the street. Between the rows of the first and second floor windows something dark and sinewy slipped from one hidden place to another."
Cues
This is your stage manager. If you haven’t already, please sign in. My attention flips between the pages of a nearly failed history midterm and the unopened prompt book, today’s bible. I open the binder, and my fingers glide over the script—sound and lighting cues, lists, drawings, and contact sheets. The booth is dim and … Continue reading Cues
Les Chanteurs
"Sometimes, when your windows are open, I hear you singing."
The Drive to the Crematorium
On the drive to the crematorium, I think I make peace with your death.
Last Snowfall
It is Earth’s final snowfall / and everyone is here.
Pizza Talk
This is probably why I want him to impregnate me, so my kid won’t have to suffer, and, in turn, I won’t have to suffer.
Auteur Theory
Dripping in the color, she was sci-fi sanctified, alien and clean.
Remainder
After our first week, I begin to lose things during the walks along the creek.
Haunted Home
The ship features a recreation of a slave ship's hold. The cruise prides itself on it. It is not a good recreation, if the metric is realism.
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