Becca HoffmanTransformationThe old beige carpet roughed up my cheek as I lay fully proned in that room in which we had conceived our loveJul 22, 2015Jul 22, 2015
Becca HoffmanI’m sorry for your loss.Her mother had been sleeping in her bed, sleeping into the late morning when her daughter knew in that place, deep inside, the umbilical…Jul 22, 2015Jul 22, 2015
Becca HoffmanMother’s MilkShe cried incessantly while I tried to coax a fire to life in the old, wood-burning, pot bellied stove. The house was cold and my breasts…Jul 22, 2015Jul 22, 2015
Becca HoffmanThe Table of Unheard of ObscenitiesThe door splintered inward, the lower right corner poking into my side with each kick my sister delivered, as I pushed my full weight, a…Jul 9, 2015Jul 9, 2015