“Terminal” was the word the doctors used, a term my then 19-year-old mind could not attach – refused to attach – to the often fraught, single mother…
Category: February 2015
Makin’ Dirty Dishes by Jody Keisner
His picture didn’t interest me… What I fell for instantly was the sexiness that oozed from his words.
Smoking Dreams by George Dila
I have not quit. I have made no such bold, unequivocal commitment. That I have not smoked in twenty-five years does not mean that I will never smoke another one.
Stalking My Ex-Boyfriend’s Girlfriend on Facebook by Amanda Miska
She is beautiful—like, princess-of-some-obscure-country beautiful or my-dad-is-a-B-list-celebrity-and-my-mom’s-a-performance-artist beautiful.
Confession by Tyler Wells Lynch
I’ve already told Dad. His response fell somewhere between “it’s your life” and “I have no choice but to accept it.
Cow Love (L’amour vache) by Dale Roche
I wanted to sit outside and sneak a smoke. I was sneaking smokes again, which is pretty silly, since you smoke like a fiend…
Wakefield by Doug Thiele
It was my yearly escape; absentminded travel, hunting old books and indelible images of Virginiana.
A Love Letter to Sarah by Ryan Rydzewski
I was slick and sandy and sweating a rotten tropical sweat, trying to put sharks and jellyfish out of my mind as we waded in the piss-warm water.
A Beagle on My Knee by Jenny Clover
Miss Ellie never met a bowl of red beans or a skillet of cornbread she didn’t love; neither did her beagle, Penny.
What I Learned Instead by Debbie Bradford
Houses, trees, telephone poles blur. I close my eyes, but they open. To see how I’m going to die.