Ellipsis Zine

The way she remembers it can’t be the way it happened, but it’s the way it creeps into her dreams, soundless and in filtered blue-green light. She floats, anchored by…

When my father was fifty-one, he had a son, Christopher, with his much younger second wife Amanda. Chris got everything my sister and I didn’t have: private school, saxophone lessons,…

What if your mother was the woman next door, who has dinner ready at six for her kids, who doesn’t have to call them home, to tell them she has…

Precocious children start changing around the age of eight or nine. You’ll see first tufts of fur emerge as their limbs begin to lengthen, as bodies stretch and grow. Stroke…

The final curve of a sweeping staircase, rubble and debris littering each step. An empty room, no footprints but mine in the muck that covers the floor. The scattered corpses…

Once googling people became possible, I googled him every couple of years or so, in odd idle moments, or at times when I was about to undergo, or had just…

I can never tell when a leech bites because Ma doesn’t flinch. “’Tis no bother, Bridget. My old skin’s tough enough!” She laughs loudly then, but it’s not quite real.…

Suppose this man with his sovereign ring doesn’t punch you square in the face, and the bridge of your nose—pierced only Wednesday on a whim for your twentieth birthday—doesn’t pop…

You are not scared of the dark – your eyes have grown accustomed to it, to night’s cloaking and masking, its unsteadying of day’s clichés, day’s commonplace shapes and sounds…

Nose: Sweet wafts of honey on buttered toast. I’m alone in this thicket of people, I glide around the party, stream along with the ripple of hellos and sugared air…