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…
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…
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…
Remembering my first months here during the drought of 1995. This bit of prose is part moment of reflection, part lament, at this fragile and unsettling time. June It…
There is a warm slow breeze connected by a thread, a breath, a whispered voice; a faint kiss brushing the cheek and drawing itself up, a wobbly child’s careful…
He tried to take her life. Not her living body life; the breath, skin and bones. He needed these intact. It was more life as she lived…
Someone at the Midsummer Gathering muttered 'breeder' as they passed my stand. Another ambled by and said 'bratgetter'. I was sitting on a metal chair in front of my…
She called me Bah-Bah. Everyone else in the family had normal names. Joe. Lily. Ernie. The most exotic, Edith. When I was old enough to understand that…
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…
You have come here unsure of all the reasons why. Flown across an ocean, the contrails of your previous life creating an ever-retreating wake. You have followed a…
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…