GASTROPODA

Thoreau went into the woods to confront the essential facts of life but I’ve been there too many times, too close to home, all those...

I haven’t got butterflies in my stomach. They’re more like the mantises you were showing me this morning, the strange and familiar: the...

Eggos fresh from a concealed toaster, warm and soft in your palms. A delicacy. Curled up in soft, oversized sweatpants and a ratty green...

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...

If I start at the end, it was me in the Cork airport sitting alone at the gate for New Orleans, her barely acknowledging me as she...

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...

A tangle web anchored to a log pile by the fireplace; these webs, you know, arise in dark zones of neglect, and one day you’ll happen to...

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

I think we are a lot more like birds than we are like frogs An olive pit in your beak the color of your negroni swooping over melting me...

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’m building a garage out of little plastic blocks with my son and thinking about the dream I had last night. You were there. Telling me...

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