It was your idea. When we had already done all there was to do in a summer.
Category: December 2019
The Comfort of Despair by Laura Young
The first time I saw Bill after his boy went, we were in the check-out line.
The Momentum of Nostalgia by Jenn Hall
I don’t know why I went south looking for my father, but I did.
Odds Are by Suzanne Roberts
“Who’s Your Momma? seems lucky,” I told Sandra. “I love her name.”
Imagining Cuba by Laura Platas Scott
I learned words that day I may have heard before, but this time I listened. Exile (a sad word). Refugee (also sad)…
A Temporary Quiet by Andrea Marcusa
All is silent except for a subtle, “chug, ta, ta,” a faraway sound like the wheels of a train quietly rolling within me.
A Conspiracy of Mercy by Feivel Wolff
A most wonderful and horrible thing happened ten years ago this winter. We had another daughter.
Quitclaim by Anne E. Noonan
Anne is finding language inadequate: not quite up to the task, not quite the partner she’d hoped for…
In My Mother’s Kitchen by Patricia Smith
My mother looks at me funny, as if I’ve just spoken French, as if I’m asking her to prepare chocolate ganache or créme brulée…
My Face is a Problem by Susan Young
The last thing I remember is watching the froth spill over the top of a fresh pint glass on the sticky bar…