Burke lurks in the far corner of my bedroom when the lights are out and I’m in bed, wedged between my IKEA pillows.
Nonfiction
Putting Forth Love
This was a companion to the love I had known: the shutting of doors.
Marjorie Simpson Will Have Her Revenge on Springfield
Marge ends up back in the same spot where she began, idly considering the corn-patterned curtains as she washes the dishes.
Letter to a First-Time Admit
damn the children’s wing.
How Baseball Brought Me Home
history is made up of the things that didn’t happen just as much as the ones that did.
Protected: Body: Ocean
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