The Soul Takers
“What to do with the body?” “What do you mean?” said the first God’s servant, “What do we do with the body anyway?” “I mean, she looks pretty. I hate leaving her like this,” said… Read More »The Soul Takers
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Isa’s Trail
Chapter 1: River Country, Missouri 1814 I was born on land that my mother’s people walked for generations along the wide river. But by the time I was waking up to the world, it was… Read More »Isa’s Trail
The Last Farmer in the Western Sky
Mountains The Farmer watches as the dawn backlights the mountains. He can see their undesigned, craggy shapes between the tips of his wheat and the concrete ceiling. They’re a matte painting on the backdrop, full… Read More »The Last Farmer in the Western Sky
A Beginner’s Guide to Making Kimchi
She drives you to Busan Market in Oakland’s modest Koreatown. For your whole life, you have been a passenger on Grandma’s pilgrimages for VHS tapes of Korean soap operas and metal tubs of toasted sesame… Read More »A Beginner’s Guide to Making Kimchi
Bite
The first reported incident of a woman eating a man is thought to have occurred in Dallas, late summer, in the home of Mary Hunnam, 35, and her husband, Jonathan, 34. Scholars initially considered this… Read More »Bite
What Did Father See in El Desierto?
you‘ll ask me what did Father see in el desierto before he died Father never told me what he saw in el desierto Father crawled into the cows’ penat night alone at first as he made his… Read More »What Did Father See in El Desierto?
Caged
a bird made of dust and blue feathers can’t be caged in a tiny match box unless its wings and vertebrae are pinned down with a needle that loves to split flesh
On My Cherry Wood Coffee Table
For Krisie a stalk of artichoke stands in a clear vase filled just below halfway cold water paired with sprigs of eucalyptus I stare and stare and stare waiting for the face of some god to speak… Read More »On My Cherry Wood Coffee Table
The smell of sunscreen
Coppertone blended with gravel andsweat, French-Onion Sunchips, andthe old cracked vinyl from the church van. That van so coated in melted gummy worms andtears, hymns, spoken fears, andunspoken faith in God, humanity, ourselves. The spray… Read More »The smell of sunscreen
We Were the Lucky Ones
2 AM Monday morningI wake in the night to glance outmy bedroom window. Fire wide as the western hillsand as high a red wall. In the dark it looks like it is half wayacross the field behind… Read More »We Were the Lucky Ones