GASTROPODA

& 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...

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,...