A Perfect Pair
My husband has this idea to marry a laundromat and a bowling alley. “A perfect pair,” he says. “Like us.”…
Boys in Boxes
The men are dying. We’re the boys who see them. In tabloids, on news bulletins. Faces pocked with purple lesions,…
Our Father
There’s a photo of our father, donning a black suit, standing under a tree, with a mischievous smile and a…
Secret to Marriage
They sit in silence on the farmhouse porch. It’s nothing, he hopes. Earlier as his wife lay sleeping, toes twitching,…
I Come From Aliens
There’s a picture from my wedding where my father looks at me with his face all screwed up with concern…
Neighborhood
Occasionally I walk here, when the weather permits. Today I spot a man watering his garden, a riot of…
One Night, the Moon Starts Crying
Tears falling to earth in gulps of rain. No one knows why the moon is crying but everyone’s making a…
You are pulling your hair again
and I don’t say anything as you drop each strand on the ground and I wonder are you okay do…
Spin the Bottle
Nicole spins, smiles, bites Mark’s lip, and coaxes him from the circle. They make slow, cautious love on the pile…
Fiction Writing
Truth or dare: Who did you lose your virginity to? That sorta-kinda-boyfriend I had the summer before college. We both…
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