August 31, 2023
Roleplay
The Kenyon Review · “Roleplay” by Zoe Bossiere As an amateur fortune teller, Katie’s favorite after-school activity was predicting the future. Too young for tea leaves or tarot cards, instead […]
August 30, 2023
Little Boxes
In October 2021, right around the three-year anniversary of my sobriety, I stuck two square yellow Post-it notes onto my refrigerator as physical reminders. The note on the freezer door […]
August 29, 2023
The Fungi Hunters
I admit to an abnormal worship of mushrooms. When I was young, I couldn’t stand to put one of the slimy, spongy, dirty morsels in my mouth, although I have […]
August 29, 2023
Scraps
In the first weeks, when this job is new, I still get most of my daily calories from greek yogurt, eaten in my car. My job during this time is […]
June 14, 2023
A Flower that Refuses to Open: Toward a Decadent Ecopoetics
A specter is stalking ecopoetics — it is the specter of Decadence. To be sure, “decadence” is an almost exclusively pejorative term in Anglo-American poetics. From the point of view of commonly […]
June 14, 2023
Séances with Sisi: Romy Schneider, Kristen Stewart, and Other Women Who Gaze into Darkness
The Kenyon Review · Seances With Sisi: Romy Schneider, Kristen Stewart, and Other Women Who Gaze into Darkness In the Viennese neighborhood of Lainz, on the edge of the Vienna […]
June 13, 2023
This Is a Book About Trees
June 13, 2023
How to Tell a True Love Story
The Kenyon Review · How to Tell a True Love Story In Lubbock, Texas, I walk my boxer mix around the neighborhood every morning at 7:30. Always, we follow the […]
June 13, 2023
Eviscerations
The Kenyon Review · Eviscerations It was late, just after the IV antibiotics and bedtime meds, when Barbara shook me from a half sleep. “Jennifer,” she whispered. “You speak Spanish, […]
June 13, 2023
Our Lady of the Stairs
When I see my daughter for the first time, at my twenty-week scan, she is lying on her back with her ankles crossed. She is a lady of leisure. I […]
April 4, 2023
Guests, Ghosts, Hosts (or, Adaptation; or, Language on Being)
On Being Home If memory is to be trusted, my first complication of the term home came to me one night as I watched the evening news. Like any elementary […]