MIA KERNAGHAN

One night I learned to say "more of it" with a sibilant 's' that followed, taught by two European women and their sultry ways. We were...

There I was all proud and mooning, following a blue cardinal down Amsterdam Avenue in November - I remember how the morning had a faint...

I bury my toes in the brown earth and look for any sign of life in the fog. Instead of leaving, I linger, and, somewhere in the dark, a...

There is the spirit of being nineteen, when I am in the heart of August with chopped brown hair and purely invincible — we are somewhere,...

On Christmas my mother is ill in the bathtub, skin loose like her earlobes as she sits knock kneed in an inch of lukewarm water. She...

I handed my self respect to a man who had monumental knowledge of tax, law and politics, yet was devoid of empathy, always begging the...