we were always hungry never full trying to nourish and the belly always slender when we traveled taking junk food and remembering the days when we'd queue up beside a fry pan next to arm-chair activists and queer girls who only flirted with girls but...

she told me to look at her pictures, that they actually came out pretty good. they did. i clicked through them and waited for my slow connection. then, it's there. a tight shot of a bright orange koi, peaking through a reflection of the sky. "remind...

second year of college, during the experimental composition module, corey wrote a piece called "closing statement." the score was just: "Improvise music and song using the following text, 'i miss her so much every day.'" a handful of us played it...

i had forgotten what spring was like water flowing from a mouth somewhere, in the twilight an eleven-year-old girl-boy eats ding-dongs for dinner so the blossoms never bloomed and the air stayed metal smelling like licking the jungle gym in sub-zero...