Thursday, June 29th, 1944 University of Vienna Pediatric Clinic Curative Education Wing Attending Physician: Johann “Hans” Friedrich Karl Asperger Patient: Anna K. …

If Wednesday, the doctor’s. Trees stationed, canceling the first light. If Wednesday, blue of no privacy. Boston hospital where in me we see. The overwhelming matter. The whole mind. …

For her, wearing a watch wasn’t necessary. If you pay attention to the air, to the light in the air, to how light fastens to things, you can tell time. In summer it’s easier, but in …

all of us have read, at some point, a biography / or at least a timeline    

I crossed the tormented plaza. / No trace of the saint. / Even the rats were fleeing / from the fast gathering storm.

Matthew Zanoni Müller and I first met in 2008 as wide-eyed incoming students at Warren Wilson College’s MFA Program for Writers. After graduating, we kept in periodic touch over texts and …

By the border wall of an ice-cream shop, a / man thumbs ukulele to his dog. His hat is empty, but he continues to smile.

Some people go to Vegas, the beach, or Walden Pond for respite. I went to “fat camp,” so called by the other women who also attended the wellness and fitness camp in western Massachusetts. I was …

I knew from the strange, crooked shapes my students made with their fingers that they were failing their hand gesture tests.

Being queer comes with responsibilities: the pressure to be more steadfast in my convictions than my straight friends, to reinvent relationship models, family structures, kinship networks even if it …

I have been wanting to write an essay about the Chinese woman writer Ding Ling, but for the longest time I could not muster the energy amid the pandemic and the continuing onslaught of anti-Asian …

Time can mean grace for survivors of sharp ends. Like, how one afternoon, god meant finding your eyes. I’m trying to say thank you for teaching me how to quit arching away from the glass, …

Mattress City USA was tucked off a busy road in a strip-mall that included a gas station known for car-jackings, a down-at-heel florist's shop, and a daycare with grease-paint drawings of rainbows, …

Mme Rimbaud got a new haircut. Une coupe nouvelle. It isn't as good as the old haircut. It has no puff, no coiffed look. Someone needs to floof it. Mme Rimbaud lives in her afterlife wearing her …

Dressing for work the day after her fifty-third birthday, W— struggled to get into her favorite sweater.  Supple and soft, roomy but flattering, this sweater, but today it felt as if the …

Systems Engineer Higata was a modest man, but if pride ever thrummed inside him, it was because he had found the secret to a happy existence. 

How young his tear-stained face, crumbling under / the fluorescents. Unbalanced on the stool in front of class. / Dogs have to be trained to fight, conditioned / to violence, like humans. He told us how he trained him

but it all turned out to be the Tetris theme and they could remember no other, no Pac-Man, no Galaga, no Ms. Pac-Man (did she have her own? almost certainly not, the rats think), was there a …

i dove into you eclipse first just like joni / strung out on another man. one man then / another i drifted down the russian river

Don’t ask me how I got the job. / I had no experience. / I was nineteen; / I had given everything up, / my salvation included.