Spoiled Fruit – by Jay McKenzie
I do not like the bird-boned cage she carries herself in these days, or the skin that grows thinner like old paper each time I see her.
Read More Spoiled Fruit – by Jay McKenzieI do not like the bird-boned cage she carries herself in these days, or the skin that grows thinner like old paper each time I see her.
Read More Spoiled Fruit – by Jay McKenzieThe ruins of my garden had been visible from the deck for some time, but I had not yet ventured outside. It was time to get out there and acknowledge the ravages of time and neglect, weep, and get to work, as my grandma used to say, to formulate a rebuilding plan. The flower and […]
Read More Bloom by Bloom, Step by Step – by Doris von TettenbornShe wishes she hadn’t said they could walk alone while she dressed. They still have not reappeared.
Read More Capo D’Orlando – by Shaun BernierMoirin’s kerchiefed head bobbed up into view as she made her way up the metal stairs at the front of the car.
Read More A Bump in the Road – by Susan Duffield-LodgeEleven voice messages. The first three are garbled, vicious insults interspersed with begrudging apology and admissions of profound, earth-shattering love. Nathan’s voice cracks, wounded.
Read More Razor Blades Sheathed in Velvet – by Zelda C. ThorneI’ve hummed every song I can think of, twice, and almost chewed myself a new haircut.
Read More Road(kill) Trip – by Lindsey HarringtonWith her right hand at one o’clock on the steering wheel and left hand deep into a one-pound bag of Mister Bee potato chips, Aunt Mary Jo remarked, “We’ll just keep going until we get there.”
Read More Hiraeth – by Rhonda E CarperAll 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 Mariani