First Edition

To be daughter is to be Creature stitched together by unstable hands Abandoned at the first sign of life in your eyes and left among...

I. everything will be blanketed by a white, white snow. An arctic desert, silencing all sound. The Earth’s orbit stands as beeping heart...

When I was the mud heart, I swam thumb and pointer moon rotations. Universe wonders held within palm of hand, Mother bore two children of...

The secret of motherhood is stuck at the bottom of one of my grandma's soup pots. Somewhere along the way, the recipe for the soup went...

To hear of varsity baseball once more. Final game for state champ in ’58. Rock foot to foot at short. Four-three lead. Bottom of the...

There once was a family who lived in a house on the edge of a lake full of trees instead of water, who locked themselves in a fairytale...

“She looketh out as the sun set, her eyes squinted-eth into thin slits alike in countenance–” “Mom! Sam won’t stop narrating me!” The...

I was waved in by aunts and close relatives, but it felt more like a mustached caller in stripes, bearded women to the left, gimps to the...

I always wanted to be like him. I wanted to grow up in a different way than I knew I would. For a few years, we were able to celebrate...