Of Oz

I think this is the longest I’ve gone without posting here. I wasn’t sure I was, so I wasn’t sure what I had to say. Or I was nervous about who would be writing here. So I will give her the third person. She crumples with sad when the sixth graders start punching each other […]

Move

Someone said, “I’m looking for gum,” and I did not say anything, though I had gum in my purse. I don’t know why. I felt this tiny selfishness. I have to get going, I thought. I carry boxes up the stairs, around the corner, and unpack them on my bed. The window has the […]

Covers

I was on the bus, a man had gotten on, he had a thick accent and asked if anyone had change for $2. No one answered. He went with us a stop. The bus driver asked him again. He asked again. I didn’t even look. I didn’t want to help him. I didn’t want to […]

Return

She cries grey, like the wash from the ink brush when there is only an eyedrop of ink, there isn’t black. She calls catastrophe: it appears, above. There was no octopus, no graphite, no soot, nothing could be written, pages were washes, scribbles carved flirty moons and moonslices. She wakes, she engages friends, with her […]