GASTROPODA

I don’t feel well, my mother says. She looks past the edge of the cliff where the sea would meet the sky, if there was a sea anymore. But...

Those curious eyes. Their scrutiny. The gaze follows me as I walk to my desk. The teacher announces my arrival. The new girl in fifth...

Her skin was gray, hidden among the shallow water and rocks. Its smooth texture slid underneath the grains of sand, swimming with each...

Sounds like a joke, right? Girl walks into the cafeteria, the seniors by the door laugh at her. It’s out-of-uniform day, so everyone is...

Avon Berry Nice Your first lipstick is a gloss and tastes of strawberries. The moment you apply it, you start to lick, lick, lick, till...

The globe of the fruit glistened before her, an orb of promise and potential, of passion, power and something she couldn’t yet name, but...

All our arbor ancestors arrived long before her house was built. Long before any of these houses were built. We went about our seasons...

Today reminds me of my first time. That day, the sky was gray, where strong breezes made my neighbor's tall bushes undulate like we were...

We’re playing one-on-one in the driveway and my friend says he knows me and I must have had a reason to want the Believe In Music — 22...

She looked down at her spotted legs and imagined others examining her body when she died. Discarded. Laid out on a lab table or still in...

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...