Author Archives: Emry Dinman

The day was perfect the first time I photoleaped. Maybe that’s why I never hesitated to do it again. And again. I was eleven and the photog was younger than I was, a cousin I had never met. The back … Continue reading →

You arrived at the party at a little after midnight. You were already buzzed from the swigs of red wine you took driving out to Medina. It was a 2009 Cabernet sauvignon that you stole from your parents’ wine cellar. … Continue reading →

Every single animated action-figure-sales-motivated television series aimed at young male fans of physical activity and plastic dolls contains a set of main characters equipped with (special) utility belts, (special) tools and (special) capabilities and maybe a few gimmicks or catch-phrases … Continue reading →

  12/03/2014 Her hair was naturalized to the change in climate but hadn’t given up the qualities of the hair of idyllic girls in shitty movies about surfing because she grew up down the street from shitty movies about surfing … Continue reading →

He wakes up, it’s early in the morning. The sun’s already risen. It’s the day of his Prom, and he’s nervous as ever. As the day goes on, the meticulous grooming begins. The Flowers are picked up, the family’s a … Continue reading →

Photo by Karli Colacurcio

Photo by Karli Colacurcio

When I talk of you as a girl I do not mean it in a mean way Like how some corporate chauvinist Might use the term with an automatic sneer. I use the word full of gentleness. To me you … Continue reading →

The flash announces the coming pain In a language unknown. A kiss of air Knocks her breath right out, Expelled so forcefully It blasts a pocket in the flooding dust. With buckled spine Her palms and knees Push against the … Continue reading →