Statue
Mrs. Porter glared down at the statue. Lately, it seemed to be mocking her, fixing its stony gaze upwards towards this bathroom as if it hated her. “Well,” she…
The Cure
I am grown now, a woman with a child of my own. My sisters and I are still close: we keep in touch but never speak about the day…
Love, Like Stew
My shithead ex-boyfriend and that black hole he calls a stomach. They’re both outside again. Third time this week and it’s only Tuesday. Another…
Departures
Someone breaks into your studio in the attic. They take money and jewelry and a tray of lettuce. You call a friend to change the lock and the…
Comparison
On the outskirts of town, in a building that once contained small offices: an accountant, an herbalist, a criminal lawyer, there lived a…
The Pod
Up here, as high and vast as you can travel. Through a crack in this moonlit night, past constellations bearing witness to the passing of eons, the birth…
Love Will Not Break Us
Camouflage In a dream he takes a seat in the back row of a meeting room lined with folding chairs. He counts eight people including…