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This story was selected as a finalist for the 2021 MAYDAY Fiction Prize and nominated for a Pushcart Prize. It wasn’t just me, no one liked Polly. Not saying she wasn’t our friend. I’m saying we didn’t like her. She joined in Year 9, and there was something funny about her coming in the middle […]
When I ask my freshmen to read Sontag, it seems her ambiguity throws them off. Or, perhaps the precision of her questions: What is a photograph anyway and what does it do; what does it do now—now that we are feathered in them? Perhaps images are not a covering but an invasion—we are pierced with […]
The sky gray as dishrags, she wore anyway cutoffs and a pink bikini top, black mascara, inked snake forever curling up her thigh. As if to gather up some secret sun, she leaned into the fence. Then slipped a menthol between her lips. More than once I’ve seen her leg her way into a rust-bitten […]