GASTROPODA

HONEYMOON everything smells like honeysuckle at the wedding and I think what it must be to love like leaving a tab open or a thrown...

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...

The black iris dribbling down the fencepost. Don’t lie to me—I know you’ve seen it, too, soft moss & wet carpet of autumnal blood. Don’t...

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

the birds, the birds for aster, what i think of around you – wings rushing up in a massive unfolding, reshaping. we all relearn as adults...

They appeared in kaleidoscope colors, in the form of Siamese fighting fish, gliding about the room, performing graceful pirouettes. She’d...

without my therapist telling me to do so i realized that this whole “being sad and borderline suicidal and hopelessly in love” thing was...

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...

Inspired from Fantastic Mr. Fox perhaps poverty was not what confined me to a life of sewage in the foundations that i destroyed with...

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...

Junco, Cardinal blue, red flitting at the feeder in the swaying, cedar, sombre evergreen winter-clad. They flutter between branches, red,...

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...

after the death of a neighbor kid, I think of Charlotte's Web in morning sun a spider meditates along its lattice next to my bench no...

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...

How much must you scorn yourself To desire to cleave yourself In two And hope someone will notice The new creature you’ve become? Or...

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...

& amazingly, after four days spent veering desperately away from the light, there is still jazz playing in the kitchen. still dinner to...

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...