the chilliad
fiction
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Six Seeds: A Persephone Remix
They say there is a rift in the human soul which was not constructed to belong entirely to life.* Persephone doesn’t know about humans, but a hundred thousand years ago, her mother–the mother–pressed their noses together and said, “I love you.” Her mother pressed their noses together and said, “Don’t ever leave me.” Her mother pressed their noses together and said, “We’re going to be together always.” The baby Persephone looked up at their pressed noses and cried.
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Four Meetings
“It is tradition,” her father began, looking at her with the sad eyes of a king who has never had to work for what he has been given, “to give you away.” “I know,” Megara answered. She smiled.
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Ugly Mary
mary learns. mary listens. mary understands. mary is not as bitter as her name.
nonfiction
c’est tout.
disaster! an autobiography
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the time i got drunk on a tuesday and threw bar nuts at strangers
i was a terrible bartender, and everybody knew it.
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the time i conquered an oven and almost killed myself with coffee
i have always had a somewhat tenuous relationship with fire.
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the time i was a DONUT GOD
OKAY SO THE THING ABOUT TRASHBAG DONUTS IS: i worked at a camp for kids the summer that I was 20.
molly ofgeography 