A surreal portrait of rural isolation

"After the long cut—leg to jaw—I press my fist between skin and fell. The midriff separates easily with one slick punch. The face is the difficult part, fatless and featured. The best skins keep their faces."

Slaughter

"I only remember the log house as a cold place, a steady chill whistling through apertures in the chinking."

Dappling

Pushcart 2023 nominated | A sinister story about a mother-daughter relationship, with all its echoes & entwinements. 

Bluster

The thrills and mundanities of a teenage girl’s first job in a candy shop, and how she navigates her sexual commodification.

Perked

I rent a room in an old man’s house. In his language, my name is Nah!-talie, embedded with that sound reserved for discovery. He plays guitar across the wall. I clap in the quiet intervals.

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Nat Holtzmann

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