After Jennifer S. Cheng 1: the sea captured in a glass 2: a homophone for having enough for leftovers, a synonym for abundance 3: the fish, who have already forgotten you. It’s not personal 4: where memory fails, there’s still imagining 5: you. Not as an ocean but outside 6: glass and/or acrylic
Read MoreAll right, I’ll be the first to admit it: I’m a sucker for super hero flicks. I grew up in the era of Nickelodeon’s short-lived The Secret World of Alex Mack, about
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Brenda K. Marshall’s first novel, Mavis, was published in 1996 (Fawcett-Columbine), and
The hunger to forget, a flockof questions, a flight of memories.Finishing my life might look like thesephotographs my mother sent me,annotated in her shaky hand with names,leaves that will outlive us all.
and a womb sounds too closeto wound. Every time this happens, I forget the sacred pocketwhere you carried me, buried me like a seed in a citrus grove. Suddenly, I amcrashing my
On the morning of 9/11, six hours before the first plane would crash into the north tower, my cousin woke up and said to his mother: something terrible will happen to the
I loathed the place from the first hour — indeed, I loathed it even before I had stepped across its threshold, which should tell you something about the mind’s sick propensity for
When we came out of our apartment the humidity punched us in the face like we’d unsealed a wind tunnel or opened a blast door. In my mind a deep, otherworldly howl
Driving through a cold spring drizzle, I noticed a young woman, smoking. She was standing under the eaves of a non-descript office building, wearing heels and a short, clingy black dress, her arms, neck,
Still Life with Lack of Nesting The oaks in New Orleans were restless, their rootslike fat fingers rummaging under sheets, pushing sidewalk up to sea level. The streetcar was free—or at least,
Somewhere in the endless spill of yellow sand between Phoenix and Tucson, we drove in silence, the roar of the long highway lulling me to sleep. With my head against the window,
PLCAA: Protection of Lawful Commerce in Arms Act. Broad immunity granted to gun manufacturers and dealers. An impenetrable legal shield. And by impenetrable, I mean exceptional in how few exceptions Congress permits
At Sunday lunch, Jim’s dad almost chokes on a mouthful of mashed potatoes. His mom said she wanted to visit her sister in Florida over Christmas. His dad swallows. “No way in