Photo Story: The Break
By Cynthia DayI thought I was the right girl, the one who could scramble up after a fall and carry us both through the rough patch.
Photo Story: The Other Shoe
By Melissa JacobMy daily constitutional treads a familiar story arc. Swerve raccoon-eyed adults being dragged along by relentless toddlers.
Photo Story: The Doll Inside
By Ryan DempseyThey’d tried to forget it, tried to leave it in Raleigh, but it made the trip, hiding amongst the other boxes still sealed from the move.
Photo Story: welcome to the states
By Madison Blairmy first lover smelled of indiana; cigarettes, dust, and cheap leather. the one after him, kentucky (bourbon and broken horses), and the last, a hint of florida (citrus, salt, and spring break,) and a dash of texas (barbeque, heat.)
Photo Story: Winter Birds
By Kris FaatzEvery winter, thinner ice on the lake, rotting and fragile. Soon the birds will go farther north, chasing the last crystal cold.
Photo Story: The Cold Bullet
By David DruryThe story goes that when bank robber Wells Duluth was shot dead, the bullet came out the other side encased in ice.
Photo Story: The Liver
By Charlie StephensWe called that bay “The Liver” then, for its brown thickness, for its shame. We had moved back in like roaches, once the wealthy foreigners abandoned us for someplace cleaner to enjoy themselves.
Photo Story: Night Swimming
By Melinda McCamantWet footprints, dancing shadows along the edge of the pool. The turbid water glows like fireflies and in its dark center the moon, almost full, overhead.
Photo Story: A Lonely Washing
By Tony Press“It’s a lonely washing that has no man’s shirt in it, Eileen, don’t you forget it.” That’s what my mother, quoting her mother, told me, and told me, and told me.
Photo Story: Marissa
By Mary Chandler PhilpottMarissa and Carlos are in love. She told me. She told me she spends more nights at his place than at hers.
Photo Story: Life in Movies
By Richard EdenfieldWe liked to mash up the entire box of Junior Mints into one big ball. Make it into the Death Star and eat it like Jedi Knights.
Photo Story: Pierced
By Catina GreenShe wore army men as earrings, stretched t-shirts into skirts and blew through a can of AquaNet every two weeks maintaining a rooster comb hairdo of her own design.
Photo Story: All Things Bright and Beautiful
By Max CardwellUnder northern skies in a hotel bed he is shifting in tidal sleep, from foyer bar oblivion.
Photo Story: The Abominable
By Michael SnyderLucy could bend even the smallest rays of light to her will. She created her own humidity, burrowed deep, and made dormant things grow.
Photo Story: Imaginary Number
By Shara ConcepciónBefore the necktie hung itself, a knot doing unto me what the body did; before the engine, fuel wound, light, I was the instrument and the song, un-living on the vocal cord of God, an imaginary number on a line I couldn’t see.
Photo Story: Cutting Lines
By Kathryn PallantIt was her father’s favorite station: polished marble, vaulted ceiling, windows straight from a mansion house. Just like the best library he ever went to, but never had time for until the end.
Photo Story: Breaking Point
By Melinda McCamantThe view is better now, a verdant hillside shattered, not one crimson setting sun but hundreds, the dusty smell of late summer drifting in.
Photo Story: This is Where We Are, Now
By Colin LubnerYears after our planes stopped marking white x’s and asterisks across our blue sky (well, years after our sky stopped being blue at all) and years after our graves stopped staying graves ...
Photo Story: The Locker
By Hoffi MuntWe rent locker space the way our parents rent houses. They are our sliver of space in this public world; a place to store, to fill, to hide.
Photo Story: Together, They Leave the World
By Zac MedemaI raise my phone and press record, immortalizing the ugliness. In moments the whole world will see.
