Nate and I were in a band together throughout high school — screamo with keyboards.

I dreamed my brother gave his dog to a friend in New York
who could better care for him. we walked into the woods

behind the wintered swim club where the swan babies
held their bonfires. I was

A city wide boil advisory is still out. Brain eating amoebas were detected in the tap.

If I’m going to be honest, my life has been running at something of a parallel to Husker Football for the last ten years, over which time I’ve tried to hack it as a musician, restaurateur, and writer.

Q-tips were her guilty pleasure. She loved the feel of them caressing her inner ear, reaching the itch she could otherwise not scratch. Even when there wasn’t a swish of water lodged within, she loved

A Flash Book Review of ‘50 Barn Poems’ and Brief Interview with Zac Smith

My mother once jumped off a boat into a swarm of jellyfish. Why did she think they would not sting?

We heard something Anglo, unhinged, too human. We’d been hoping for Shrimp killing Cow or Cow killing Shrimp, but it was you, Bitcha, flailing and teetering about in the night sky.

Sometimes, he gives me tips. Most of the time, it is this: “Take your time.”

She had us trade cardigans. She said it was an exercise in empathy. 

I awoke no more than ten minutes ago and already so much has been consumed

Toward the end, when heart disease had already taken my father, and my mother was alone—which she found intolerable—her doctors felt she had dementia. But I knew that was not the case. She had always