Tamara MC’s “The Night Sinéad O’Connor Found Me in a Convertible”
This summer, I am running a series of essays about Sinéad O’Connor to celebrate the publication of our book: Nothing Compares to You: What Sinéad O’Connor Means to Us. Our […]
Poetry: Fish by Tamara MC
Our toilet grew shadows that morning, breathing ammonia. The steward fed it bleach until it learned to swallow properly. At 2:30 a.m. the sea counts minutes. He splits from our […]
HER/HIS story, dawn, and Joy
HER/HIS story MC sits on a hard chair shaking her head. It is pre-summer 2013 and MC’s big breasts fall out of MC’s flowered razorback bra. MC’s black thong swings […]
Miami Vice, 1993
His Murphy bed dropped from the wall in that Arizona studio apartment. While he watched Miami Vice.Ed wash the teacups, wipe counters. clear away his MIS textbooks. Bright PM sharp:catching […]
Solitary Car
I am the only one alone on this train,watching families cluster, friends laugh.Mile Post Seventy-Two slides past the window,avalanche protection standing guard. Morning haze from last night’s forest firescents the […]
Litva Eating Memory
Kinder, I was her child until childhood grew teeth
she was mine Bubbe until memory learned hunger
my little town swallows itself along the river
while moss grows backwards into time
Haiku Hike
Haiku Hike He woke me at 4. We shared Ramadan’s first meal. Texas stars watched close.
Pistachios: A Sestina
Want to listen to the article? Great–listen here! In the rain, eat pistachios The girl with the red dress, hands me a lily Secrets of the house—of the blouse—of the […]