Square Knot – by Andrew Shaughnessy
If ever there was a day for an invitation not to arrive, that day would have been the day of my grandmother’s funeral.
Read More Square Knot – by Andrew ShaughnessyIf ever there was a day for an invitation not to arrive, that day would have been the day of my grandmother’s funeral.
Read More Square Knot – by Andrew ShaughnessyWhispered conferences took place while Clarice slept.
“What’s the plan for today?”
Read More A Life on Fire – by Lindsey HarringtonAll the ways to drink tea were steeped in you: warming the pot as if it were a heart in need of devout attention. The fullness of time required to brew was the patience of good things you taught me to wait for. The tea cozy a relic of the women who raised us; purposeful, […]
Read More Stone Ground – by Jennifer MarianiMy mother is building a ladder. She says she needs to change the bulb in the hallway, the one she has asked my father to change only a dozen times. I stand in the doorway of the garage and listen to her banging and swearing, the thundering bellow of her voice shaking the doorframe.
Read More My Mother’s Ladder – By Finnian BurnettThe sonic landscape of my living room is both melancholic and magnificent as I sit down to my first COVID Christmas Eve dinner, alone, with just the cats to keep me from face-planting in the gravy.
Read More Soundtrack for a Marriage in Ruins – by Tara MandaranoThere wasn’t a place could lure you to stay, you said, feet planted,/that big bosom swagger every tramp’s dream. You swore an afterlife/on trains…
Read More Boxcar Betty Catches The Westbound – by Leslie CaseyAmelia thought Lola resembled a pig in a blanket, swaddled tightly and nestled in the crux of her arm. Perhaps the appetizer came to mind because she was hungry after nursing her baby.
Read More The Night Nanny – By Brianne SommervilleAge 28, Northwest Pond, Newfoundland The happiest I ever saw my father was on a fishing trip. Stress and swear words as we lurched along the dirt road onshore: “fucking potholes” and “Jesus struts.” Strained conversation and accusations as we wrangled the boat offshore: “How could you forget that?” and “Not that way, for Christ’s […]
Read More Casting For Meaning – by Lindsey Harrington (writing as Elizabeth Pike)Becoming an adult in a beer bottle is small and limiting…
Read More Victim – by Bonnie Joyce HamiltonThe man is ready. He isn’t going to be caught napping, no siree Bob. His opponent seldom lost a fight, or so he had heard, but tonight Ted, as he prefers to be called, is confident everything needed to win is at hand. He has whiskey, to keep his insides warm, but not too much, […]
Read More The Reckoning – by Andrea Harbour