In the Beginning
In the Beginning January 10th, 2005 I am ready to begin from the end as I have already ended at the beginning. I am nineteen-years-old, but I tell people that I am eighteen because the younger you are in New York, the more people seem to let you get away with. It has...
Marked Bodies
Marked Bodies Every time I close my eyes to descend down into my shaman’s hole, I see that tree in the back yard with its gnarled roots protruding from the dirt and the soil. I remember the climb, and I remember the crash down. The first time I fall is an accident,...
Seizure
Seizure Pain came and stole my body from me in the middle of the night. In middle of many nights before, she’d been plotting to chip away one piece at a time. Pain was a woman who worked her way through cursory paths, finding pin sized holes of weakness, pockets of...
Upstate
