The Wandering Woman, they say, must be of the sea, of merfolk, of sirens, she is selkie, she, who must always follow the call of the...

I first met her in Art Appreciation. Art one-oh-one, where the professor was young and fresh and he’d only been teaching for two years so...

(or What I Would've Said to the Woman at the Grocery Store Who Called Me a Dyke If She Hadn't Run Away) If by dyke you mean a low wall...

The clock is fast. Very fast. I stare at the red second hand ticking in slow circles around the face, and I count Mississippis just like...

Sweet peaches in the marketplace on my way to school, seventy-five euro-cents each. Afternoon snack from the gelato shop under umbrellas...

“Mom, you hafta sign this.” Rosie’s mom lifted her eyebrows and reached for the paper her daughter had slapped onto the kitchen counter....