Things Never Stay Warm
I wear my dead sister’s lipstick around the house like Grandma told me to. It leaves my lips dry and…
A Nice Blue Place
Our father knows all about fishing, but he doesn’t do it anymore. He doesn’t do a lot of things anymore.…
Motherhood: A Hexaptych
1 She is cold, but they are frost and shiver. She digs them holes in the snow, sweeping ice crystals…
Authentic, Real, and Good
The truth is I got hired for my looks and promoted for my flexible standards of truth and that is…
Waving Tassels
Plan to Free The dog ate the turkey. Then killed all the village swans, piled the white corpses at the…
One Long Sting
From the time I learn how to bleed I keep a scab in the fleshy inner curve of my ear.…
the sea was there
I don’t know where Mom learned to drive. I don’t know where she learned to hold the wheel firm or…
Sowing
A seed is an escape pod. A plant egg detaches from its mother from the start, Jody says as she…
Nanay Is Mother
Behind the books on her shelves she finds the artifacts of their girlhood, all of them fuzzed with dust: pocket-sized…
Nurturing
Protection Erik is raising three chicks in his backyard. Erik is always telling us how he’ll have fresh eggs once…
Submit Your Stories
Always free. Always open. Professional rates.