“I feel like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into...

My memories of life in the city. Wandering about, rudderless has left me open and vulnerable and indulging in needless acts of self...

We stumbled up the steps that led to the hiking trails in the mountains behind the dorm buildings. The landing had a bench, a picnic...

The wall around our patio is brick, a dusty red, with squares all in straight formation, lined up as if in a military procession, backs...

She captured my interest in a way boys never did. For the first few weeks of our friendship, when my feelings first bloomed, I found...

The newspaper headline is a hand around my heart, gripping tighter with each ragged beat: squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Those simple...

Since Paulina's husband's death, she'd insisted Bea share her bed. I don't sleep well alone, Paulina told her, the bed is too empty. This...

I stood in line waiting for my London Fog like I do everyday. Although the baristas know me well enough by now I don’t know why they...

She is six when she watches her mother pull at her body, fingers poking and prodding the olive skin. She is watching from the sanctuary...

“I brought you flowers. They’re bright and orange, just like the sun today. I thought you might like them. But if you don’t, just let me...

The strong woman lies underneath a pile of rocks. When she was born they called her a boy. She keeps her breathing shallow so the beasts...

The spot where we always met smelled nothing like her: of salt, of cement, of fish. Then she would come to me: of vanilla, of well-read...