The past few weeks have been mounted in hot pink and mahogany. Hot breath, sticky and drooling, fogs up the glass and I resist the …
2014 Cast Out by Kiernan Norman
I bought mascara and cantered through it — stopping every so often to straighten up, to relevé, to turn exactly 1.8 pirouettes then stumble out …
I Don’t Write Love Poems by Kiernan Norman
We didn’t bloom together the way we should have. We never eyed each other across neat soil; both self-conscious and self-righteous as we sipped the …
Shrinking to the Photo-Finish by Kiernan Norman
Twelve years old and I knew I was too much. . A body too much — a stomach that stretched and stuck, and a waist …
Deep Down Dig by Kiernan Norman
Sit down and begin to unravel the secrets you tried to bury inches deep within your thigh. Remember the giddy hollow of after. How ringing …