Pedal, Pedal, Pedal – by Ashley Harris

A Saturday in June 1978, and the tang of clover floats through the air as Deb barrels down the path to your house in the sky blue Schwinn “Twin,” and you suck in your breath because you know the empty seat belongs to you…

“So, what does teen spirit smell like, anyways?” – by Katharine Weinmann

In my day, pot and patchouli perfumed bedrooms and back seats.
Sandalwood incense bought by donation from dubious Hare Krishna monks
chanting on the corner.