Glass is cool; cork coarse; parsley crisp. In these moments of weakness I feel the weight of unspeakable events around every corner. I’ve dreamt my death a few times, both asleep and awake. [Read more...]

Bruno was written and performed by Cristal Duhaime with Eden Daniel. Recording help from Sarah Gilbert. [Read more...]

I feel like I have a moment to myself. As if there’s a dead zone where nothing is expected of me until the doctor is finished. Once that happens, then I’ll know that this is real: more real than before the goop ball, or the ride in the elevator, or the car ride over here, or the long talk in my living room we had last night, or her mother getting up in my face with that perm. [Read more...]

She’s fine. They’re fine. They’re all good, she said. She pulled a shred of skin from the side of her nail and dropped it on the floor while he rubbed his eyes. The curled piece of skin landed and she fixed her eyes on it. [Read more...]

Marianne could see Mrs. McGettigan getting out of the truck that brought her home from the fish plant. Mrs. McGettigan wore her blue uniform over a couple of sweaters. It was a cold summer. Mrs. McGettigan had on her fish plant headpiece; a white plastic scalloped tiara and hairnet, and she carried two plastic bags. [Read more...]