Christiana ThorbeckeinThe JunctionThe Anti-KeepersThe air is heavy with summer rain and humidity. I wipe my forehead with the crook of my elbow and shiver. I’m sitting on the hood of his…Jun 14, 2018Jun 14, 2018
Christiana ThorbeckePuzzlesI was walking down the streets of my childhood the other day. All the houses had red-tile roofs, the kind that collapsed back in the…Sep 8, 2017Sep 8, 2017
Christiana ThorbeckeDaymareThe baby’s skin felt warm. Like a summer’s day. She floated in her oversized dress inside a drawer. She was too small for a coffin.Jul 18, 2017Jul 18, 2017
Christiana ThorbeckeA New Bathing SuitI was fourteen when I ran away for the first time. I walked out of the kitchen, through the backdoor, into the quaking sunlight. I left the…Jul 5, 2017Jul 5, 2017
Christiana ThorbeckeBloomThe sky’s invisible beneath a dress of stars so bright it makes you sick to look at. I speed through a four-way intersection, not bothering…Jun 16, 2017Jun 16, 2017
Christiana ThorbeckeinThe JunctionAnother Jane DoeTaillights gleamed from her blue-black eyes, giving her the look of the possessed. Her flat hair hung down past her collarbone in a single…Jun 9, 20172Jun 9, 20172
Christiana ThorbeckeHere for NowI was five years old the first time a man pointed a gun to my head he told me “run along inside the house.” I obeyed. And from the attic…Jun 6, 2017Jun 6, 2017
Christiana ThorbeckeinP.S. I Love YouBefore I Lost HerEach night I put my sister to sleep, the kids, playing dodgeball outside in the dark with dry hands, made a racket on the pavement, as…Jun 5, 2017Jun 5, 2017
