Rachelle Hanna (a slideshow)
The Whole of Boredom
Thunder Story
Love me some thunder but not when it threatens to crack open the delicate shell of my wedding day to Tootie Miller. Tootie, all swag-haired and sparkletooth and me, my belly full of Tootie’s kid, five months round by now. When Tootie proposed after six years of on and off and other women and then floating back to me, it… Read more →
How to Capture a Summer
The idea of it is to go forward into the trees or what at least we can call phrases and smoke from fire. Two phrases could have burst and have interconnected, too melancholy, a fountain, a fierce sense, that the world is summer and suddenly going to become true. As insects fall like laughter between our words, insects the summer… Read more →
The coin night-minted
Strawberry Sale
My mother texts me a link to a local news story: “8-year-old boy dies after eating strawberries from school fundraiser.” I sit on the toilet, bleeding, as I read this headline. I am 6 weeks postpartum, and my period has already returned. Not just some spotting – a full, heavy period. My body, ready to go. My almost-8-year-old boy just… Read more →
My Too-Big Dog
You are too big for my apartment. Too big for my life. That was what people told me anyway. People say that I should just get a small dog, like a yorkie, maybe a frenchie. But nothing too big. Nothing that requires too much. Nothing like you: a 65lb Doberman pinscher who could pull a sled and obstinately eat off the… Read more →
Ozoning
Iced Out Hell
All humans have the right to magic, brujas y brujos. The spells important in the late night fadings of consciousness, trying to go to sleep by taking the position of a sleeping body. The theme of the class is Trouble. I’ve been in it, I’ve tried to get into it. The waitlist was too long. In the night, in a… Read more →