Essays

Cannibal

“I am eating myself, slowly, from the outside in. Salted skin and blood. I gnaw my nails, chew the strings of flesh that peel from the edges of my fingers.”

The Normal School (AprilĀ 2020)

Running Through The Dark

“A crack, I think, as I move down the hill, the sound of bone breaking, delicate but decided. She is not okay.”

Brevity 27

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Confluences

“For the first 12 hours after my father returned–wearing clothes that were three days old, his body still wrinkled from time spent immersed in water–he faced investigation for the murder of his brother.”

The American Scholar (Winter 2008)

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