She used to buy her mother flowers. They used to live in an apartment building crowded with flats, in a neighbourhood crowded with apartment buildings. In the previous decade, they’d moved five times – six if you count that first move across the Atlantic. Frankly, that first was the easiest of the moves, a pale […]
“The crack’s in me,” I said heroically. – F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Crack-Up”. I drew a picture of myself once as a blue alien figure, without form or face, looking out of a window. From the chest, a rod ran up through the page and down through the ground, piercing the figure in two. I […]
It began with the unwanted sexual advances of an older man I trusted in the summer leading up to the 2016 election. It was hot in my apartment when it started, and I had a yeast infection. A lot happened in the year that followed: a loved one was the victim of a violent crime, […]