Pieces

Memoir

Riverbank

At the height of my loneliness, I went to a three-day Asian Christian retreat in the backwoods of Missouri.

Studies of Light

“I really like that color between pink and orange,” Angel says, “the one you see during sunsets.”

Crash

In his head he was bounding and leaping and pushing and then a crash, a cry—it was over.

Nonfiction

Float

Standing naked, wet, and shivering in the darkened room, my thoughts went something like this: “This would be a shitty way to die.”