"She's dead," Uncle Duncan said. Maya threw the mug of cider at her uncle's head. Duncan dodged. "You think I don't fucking know that!" she yelled at Duncan. "I was there, idiot!" "Maya," her father said sternly. "You're not a drunken sailor." Maya took a deep breath and paced the room. She glared at Duncan. … Continue reading A Plan
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Today
I sit at my dining room table and sip my cooling Café Vienna and put my pen down. I look up from my New York Times crossword and out my window. The two trees outside my window have grown a great deal since I moved in two years ago. They’ve gone from saplings to mighty … Continue reading Today
Counting
I don't count, yet I can count. One, I have a brain and can ask questions and solve problems. I can see your lies, and you are terrified of me. Two, my body is not like yours. I can have babies and you hate my power to harbor life. Three, I have empathy for other … Continue reading Counting