The sudden goldfish fin of pride - Dan Brotzel
Their relationship had not been profound but it had been cordial and fond…
Cedar Waxwings in the Hospital’s Playground - LindaAnn LoSchiavo
My youngest sister’s dying first.
Distilled: The Legend of Jane Bald - Debra Mihalic Staples
I wonder if a landscape holds remnants of what happened there…
Henry Street at Christmas, 2012 - Seán Carlson
As I neared the corner of Henry Street, I took out my mobile phone and recorded a video of the surrounding scene, less than a minute in length.
I have to wash my pillowcase twice a week because I hate the smell of my tears - Naa Asheley Afua Adowaa Ashitey
Mother, father, forgive me, for I have sinned.
The Unavailable B-sides - Dan Brotzel
I re-rewind the precious tape
and read again the note she slipped me
Chickens’ Revenge - Dennis McFadden
So six months ago Leona showed up at my place in a state of high flustration—her word, not mine—with Myles, her son.
Dream of the Third Body - Jasmine Khaliq
I’m sure there was wine, plum slices, sauce pitchers—
The Tail of a Gypsy Moth - Sarp Sozdinler
Letters indeed look grander on the screen, you’ll give your cellmate that.