Gardener

Gardener Shot with Canon Rebel T3i. May 2017.

Neha

What a shame it is that beautiful women must do everything beautifully. Against a wall at some house party, this one goes down slow. The man who slides in to sit beside her looks and sees how blue light nestles a crescent moon into the cupid’s bow of her lips. He looks and sees her…

The Greatest Challenges Facing Nonprofit Marketing (Content Writing)

Quick—name a nonprofit. Name three. Which organizations sprang to mind first? If you’re like most people, the names on the tip of your tongue were of major national or international institutions. The majority of nonprofit marketing we see comes from larger organizations, which is part of the reason these brands remain at the forefront of…

Watching Episodes of ‘I Shouldn’t Be Alive’ in Reverse

We like tears sucked into ducts, the way waterfalls look running upwards. Viewed in reverse the sea ejaculates helicopters and lightning. Bears appear with limbs in loose jaws, healing hikers and tidying campsites. A ribcage coughs up buckshot. The mountain inhales its shelf of snow. We like the hour condensed, flares asleep in their nests,…

Lackluster Apocalypse

Someone put their fist through the radio and all weekend it played only Creed. I tried to shrug it off, drove reckless through the stars and woke up blanketed in parking tickets. The Bible in my hotel bathtub was stuffed with subscription cards. My high school enemies kept inviting me to the seafood buffet and…

Is the Art of Business Etiquette Dead? (Content Writing)

Has an email ever rubbed you the wrong way? Have you ever listened to your conference line’s tinny muzak for over 10 minutes waiting for your forever-tardy team to buzz in? Why does this keep happening, you ask? Is business etiquette a thing of the past?

Wake

for John Chir The last woman at your empty grave is grounding rosaries into the wind, is stitching a history onto rice paper leaves, is repeating your name and repeating your name, is waiting for an echo. The last woman at your empty grave is interviewing the dark, is carving memories between falling stars, is…

Legacy

I know how to disappear. I learned it from my mother who learned it from her mother and my great grandmother who went poof! one night right in the middle of dinner. After that, my grandmother went, in between white sheets hanging on a line in the yard, poof! Then my mother as she held…