Photo Story: Valentine
By Christy BrothersMom packs us into the car. Billy and Jasmine sleep. I sit up front chewing the corners of my nails until they bleed.
Canadensis
By Corinne SilverThey arrived silently, swiftly during the night and stood present by morning. They flocked the fields, parking lots, and manmade suburban ponds. They were big.
Her Mother, My Mother
By Hema NatarajuHer mother never wore a sari, my mother never did not. Her mother drove a Mustang, my mother walked everywhere, even though I hated being picked up last.
Photo Story: At a speed of 0.5 inches per second
By Nora NadjarianThe heartbeat is fast and sharp, except no one knows where the snail’s heart is.
Don’t Bother, They’re Here
By Meg Pokrass“Guess what, Hon? They’re here!” you said, referring to the clowns. They were pounding on our door.
Gone Hunting
By Binx R. PerinoDanny sucks the wet end of a cigarette, tapping his hand on the steering wheel. Wisps of Maggie’s hair whip around from the rolled-down windows.
Kingdom Come
By D.E. HardyStill, I hunger for you: those nights we’d get so high we turned into earthworms, how we would writhe, reverent, our entire bodies capable of taste...
Grace at the Intersection of Cass and Nebraska
By Joanna TheissToday, I saw you accepting a dollar bill from a truck window. The shake of your hips as you thanked the driver reminded me of your electric slide at the middle school dance.
Post-It Mortem
By Dave DonovanLife got too complex for Dan. Job. Wife. Kids. Yard. So he bought a block of Post-It notes and found a calmess in the sticky squares...
Photo Story: A Hundred Different Kinds of Rain
By Karen WalkerLost rain wandering parking lots and highways in search of the earth. Down-on-its-luck rain watering plastic petunias on a twentieth-floor balcony.
Betty’s Begonia
By Sharon BoyleThey buried Betty between bomb raids in a no-fuss, grassy grave. Overnight the sod erupted with vagina-pink begonias.
Photo Story: The Cakes She Promised to Bake
By Mary AmatoMarjorie hadn’t noticed that one of the eggs was broken until she arrived home. Once, she had been the kind of person to check before purchasing.
Southern Discomforts
By Molly GilesDean’s wife was in one of her moods, she had a lot of moods, that girl, and she burst into the party baited for bear.
