PinnedMaria NazosinThe InterstitialApology to the SunThe sun is slowly burning out, which means it will grow more luminous each year before exhausting itself in vain. What’s a girl to do…May 652May 652
PinnedMaria NazosinThe InterstitialAll You Need is LoveWhen the song throbbed through the basement ceiling, you knew your mother was at it again:May 126May 126
PinnedMaria NazosinScribeHappy HourA woman in her seventies with a feathered haircut droops like a lily over the bar. She’s lostApr 2928Apr 2928
PinnedMaria NazosinScribeWoman to WomanAt the Old Colony Tap, she and I are having one of those uneasy talks that women have when no one else will listen. Her ex, who is my ex…Apr 558Apr 558
Maria NazosinThe InterstitialThe PresentBecause I’m learning to accept What kindness looks like, I open the door without question4d ago274d ago27
Maria NazosinThe InterstitialThe All-Night Diner Waitress, off Route 6, Cape CodShe waits on booths and tables day and night on screaming feet; she carries fries and oysters: her left eye is battered blue as if she lost…5d ago15d ago1
Maria NazosinThe InterstitialPot BrowniesThat night, we found them smothered in clear wrap in the freezer. We consumed the tasteless glazeSep 291Sep 291
Maria NazosinScribeIn Memory of the Girls of Joliet, IllinoisWest of 80, just past Preston Heights, it’s almost summer in my mind. I see the lake pale in the sun’s muted light, and watch lost…Sep 291Sep 291
Maria NazosinThe InterstitialTo the Drunk Cousin Who Cursed Me Out on FacebookI understand why people spray black coils on white walls. I, too, have felt that urge to drag a key acrossSep 283Sep 283