Honey, Mississippi 1949 When it gets cold in the south, mama wakes you up much earlier than she used to,…

Goth Nanny The baby sees black eyeliner circling dead eyes that teach skepticism, or something more sinister, a desire to…

Planting Season  “But what if?” Woman leaves the unfinished question hanging in the air, touching her swelling stomach. Man already…

The kitchen lightbulb shatters above our heads. The filament burns red and fizzles to nothing. It is an explosion from…

Sometimes the name they give you is all wrong.  It’s really just meant to be a simple, two-word phrase to…

That morning, Ted began buffering. One minute, he was Ted, coffee cup in hand, talking animatedly about this thing he’d…

Walls Her nest is too tall by the time Molly realizes she can’t climb in. “I left my tools inside.…

As if covered in invisible glaze, her bread bakes pink. She buys new flour, new yeast, sends it into the…

These days, when I pull up the old photographs, most people still attribute the resemblance between Lydia Lissing and me…

waiting to cross.  My heart tick, ticking like a stupid clock.  Eddie and his dark hair forest, his blue eye…