Assistant Nonfiction Editor

The Spider and the Fly

The morning I left him, I unrolled reams of toilet paper; it lay in soft defiance on the bathroom floor. He hated that. How many times do I have to tell you not to let the toilet paper touch the floor?  His ...

The Tyranny of the Mirror

It’s 9:00 AM on a Monday morning in the Village. I’m on the fifth floor of Joffrey studios and I’m standing at the barre. My left hand just touches the wood railing and my right foot is extended in front ...

Find Me In Between

Sitting cross-legged on the guestroom daybed, Aunt Diana looked a bit like her namesake goddess. She had unbuttoned the top of her blouse so that the white parted like a soft curtain revealing her breast, infant cousin Will’s mouth molding ...

February: A Timeline in 28 Parts

  The First I really need to choose one specific day every week to wash my clothes. My current method hails from the world-renowned “Wait until you have nothing left to wear but one dirty towel” School of Laundry. I had to heap everything into ...

Poet In Space

“If you write you can forge / A substance that is other than the woman of substance / You are. If you do it to such a point you can find / Yourself declining substance altogether. It happens. It is ...