Pain is a Shape Shifter
Shape Shifter As the swirling shroud hovers over my legs its color changes from an opaque curtain of grey to a sheet of tomato red...
Crossing the River
The air washing over us feels as though we’re riding right into the mouth of a huge blast furnace. We’re somewhere between Buôn Ma Thuột...
Escaping Ed
Walking past the exterior of the outdated building I read the maroon square sign on the door: Eating Disorder Center of Alabama—Alabama...
Oranges
It had been almost two days since I had last eaten a whole meal. It was spring break, so I couldn’t take whatever was thrown away at...
Matchboook Memory
A wooden matchstick outperforms a flimsy cardboard book of matches every time. The sharp strike of sulfur gives off a scent that...