I draw morphine from a tiny glass bottle into a needleless syringe so it can be expelled quickly under her tongue.
Hands by Betty Jo Buro
Category: April 2014
Coyote Fence by Lindsay Indermill
A coyote is not supposed to be licked on the nose. That’s the trouble with urban wildlife; no one knows where the boundaries are anymore.
Need a Haircut! by Carlo Frank Calo
Al the barber was a short, stocky man with a full head of curly grey hair which, due to his stash of green goop … was always slick and never out of place.
American Dream, 2013 by Sydney Lea
The literary symposium is over for the day. Wanting a bit of time to myself, I have come to this pleasant restaurant overlooking Lake Bled, that jewel of Slovenia.
Lady Business by Megan Romo
“I missed you last week,” I said, staring at a water spot on the speckled ceiling.
Zwischenzug by Paul Rotter
Some nights after a long day, I skip dinner and escape to the screened patio with a glass of whiskey in hand.
Dear Peaches by Robin Gilbert Luftig
The Gun Room was strictly off limits. Perhaps that’s why I was so drawn to it.
Still Recovering: A Junkie Confession by Kerin Sommer
Just the recognition of the name, the queen of synthetic opioids, fills me with anticipation, guilt, and fear.
Interview: Elizabeth Scarboro, author of My Foreign Cities: A Memoir
My husband died at the end of January. There. I said it. … Still off-balance and only weeks after his passing, I discovered an essay, online, written Elizabeth Scarboro.
Writing Life: Fear and Writing (Agents and Critics and Commas, Oh My!) by Lisa Ahn
Last month, I broke a promise to my husband. It was a vow we’d made together, many years ago, when we swore we’d never pass our bad habits to our kids.
