girlvswhale : > Open your heart, but don’t open it too wide. Think of your heart > like it is the binding of a new book—open it carefully, slowly. > Not too fast...
girlvswhale : > I will: > > Hold you in the middle of the night when you are sleeping, when you > do not know I am touching you. Reach out for your hand while ...
girlvswhale : > Heather curled down into herself almost immediately after shooting > up. It wasn’t unusual. I watched her from across her bedroom; the > bedroom, almost...
girlvswhale : > I am a difficult woman— > a twisted sheet at 3 am. > I’m sorry I don’t love straight or wide, > everything about me has grown narrow— > my wai...
girlvswhale : > The raised horizontal ridges across both knees that rise and fall > like stock prices; > > the nightmares filled with dark hallways and the eerie pre...
girlvswhale : > I think about Andy when I write, when I talk to Dan, when I think > about being back in Sag Harbor and being the kind of girl who > isn’t just a...
girlvswhale : > I would be the last they pulled from my mother, number four at > thirty-five, her first eighteen years before; both of us two > mistakes on each end ...
girlvswhale : > We sat close together on a bench, his body faced toward mine. I sat > with my hip pressed against his knee, legs spread out away from me, > from him...
I was asked by a professor to write a scene in less than 750 words. I had, at the time, a habit of writing scenes that were 20 pages long. The scene is based on something that actually happened b...
This story was originally published somewhere else. Hopefully that doesn’t matter in the age of the internet and since it’s my stupid story. Mom wraps her fingers around my ponytail. ...
girlvswhale : > I laughed into the phone, pulled on a clean shirt and 2 am jeans, > tight in the thigh; the ones that hold in my heart, a lonely > bleeding pump. T...
girlvswhale : > It is 7 am. I feel as if I’ve been awake my entire life. I feel as > if someone has pushed their fingers into my face and spread open my > skull...
girlvswhale : > Hour 40 of being awake. Naked in bed with this giant feeling of > dread, like I will fall asleep and wake up to a world frozen in > time. I worry ...
girlvswhale : > Drinking warm chai laced with vanilla in a coffee mug designated for > a Capricorn. > > On the side in typewriter font it says: “Capricorns are >...
girlvswhale : > How about I tell you a lighter story on without so much weight; one > without so much sinking and clawing and bubbled up emotion? > > He was an A...
People who write are supposed to be prolific. We are supposed to churn out pages of words like a fucking toilet paper factor makes butt paper. We are supposed to say charming things in long epic ...
On my college financial aid form, in the space where they asked my father’s occupation, I wrote: ASSHOLE in big block letters. In the space where they asked his address I wrote: IF YOU FIND OUT...
At night, my brain is on fire. 2 am, nestled under the covers, dogs sleeping, the whole world quiet and I think only of what I am not writing. My dreams are conversations with the paper that I ha...
Way back, when hope and faith were just something I had and not something I was always searching for, Grandma and I get home late from synagogue. She is worried because Dad is home alone...