My parents knew that ten percent of my cells were missing an X-chromosome before I was born. I didn’t find out until I was nine.
He dug and dug and dug. Under the scorching summer sun, Balram toiled endlessly.
And yet nothing is as satisfying // as scratching the pen back // and forth over having it all // done and evidenced.
By C.A.Dickson
The first time I tasted a Landomunn Farms pistachio, it ruined me.
If you move a chair, // the Pharaoh's curse may turn out // to be a fact.
Outside, the morning sun // Is sitting in the sky // Like a cake plate crayoned
I will never forget // how quickly your scooter sped down the hill
By Anya Reeve
The smoke tasted on my tongue that morning, mingled with fresh bite of air. Once on my tongue, the sapidity of ashing wood exhaled from my breath and nostrils. Clear, oh so clear.