Mother, Mother, Mother

One. Two. Three. One. Two. Three. Circular Motion. Circcculllarrrrr motion! I caught myself narrating, a “gift” passed down from my mother. It gave me ease, and patience for the day. As a girl I would sit on her granite bathroom …

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A Final Liquesce

“Yes, but why does it need to hurt?”

They stopped swaying to the music, loosened their grasp and separated their bodies. For almost an hour they had been slow dancing in his living room. The only light shining was across …

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i carry your heart

He addressed her again. An “excuse me!” was bellowed into the circular hole meant to carry one’s voice to the other side of the partition. Still nothing. He had been waiting for her attention for five minutes, hoping to purchase …

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Welcome to the Shitty

I moved to San Francisco on August 31st, 2011. It was an incredibly sunny day, with little wind and few clouds. I had only visited three times before, once as a kid with my family, and twice to visit the …

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Demon Host

Sometimes when I put my hands around her ribs, I feel like I might break her. At times it’s because she’s so small — my hands almost fit all the way around her, meeting each other over her stomach. Other …

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