GASTROPODA

A cool April morning isn’t the beach of my childhood. The bite of the air doesn’t match the warm sun; the low tide showing white eyes...

First: the skin. Epidermis. Hypodermis. I remove it gently to preserve it in one piece, whereupon I fold it neatly like I would a jacket...

By the time I’m dropped off, the sun is still obscured by clouds, a shrivel of dim light making it an overcast day—so dreary even the...

This time I came back as a coquina, a clam the size of a child's fingernail. I tunneled along the warm sand of a beach, somewhere,...

His dream begins in an eagle’s nest upon which he sits alone to be poked by sticks and discarded quills. The sun is a single flame,...

Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards. Life was all about backwards and forwards. Agnes liked to think of it as backwards and...

When I turned myself inside out, smearing myself with the colour of my sadness, I did not know that it would stick to skin so readily, be...

What I’m doing for money today is affixing my phone to a plastic tripod overlooking a gigantic municipal landfill in Western...

My family has the luck of a penniless black cat at a high-stakes casino. When I was twelve, my mother, my father, and my older brother...

For the better part of my youth, I got the prestigious French culinary school, Le Cordon Bleu, confused with Corbin Bleu, Zac Efron’s...

A shirt came into the shop – tartan, size xxl. “That’s nice,” I remarked, thinking nothing of it. It was hung up on a rail and left for a...

She told her husband her fingers were growing. “Not all at once, mind you. And they’ve always gone back.” He looked at her a moment,...

I stood tottering on my front step, staring into the screen door. June bugs, ladybugs, mosquitos, moths, something that looked like a...

ON A TRAIN RIDE BACK UPSTATE YOU TELL ME THE SCREENPLAY FOR STUART LITTLE WAS ACTUALLY WRITTEN BY M. NIGHT SHALMALYAN WHICH COMPLETELY...

She wrung his heart out with a sharp sturdy twist until she was satisfied no blood remained. Slapping the lifeless organ atop a chipped...

For two nights I watched the swarm at the streetlight. Insects, too small to identify, flittered around the cool-white light, their...

To be completely forgotten there must be earth and fingernails. Knotted alleys must funnel warm winds at dusk, surprising passers-by,...

She comes of age, abloom. Not a fairer girl in the whole country. Her beauty has that exotic flavor which drives people a little crazy....

I’d had a body for as long as I could remember. I never gave it much thought. It wasn’t until I was 19 years old that I realized my body...

There is some question, like, who is this Colleen person? Are you in love with her? What’s the backstory here? I’ve gotten into it...