In the year following my mother’s passing, it felt as if her ghost draped afterimages heavy as a shearling coat over me. My body took on her limitations. I developed sciatica.
Category: January 2015
Bereaved by Bernard Grant
… I step outside and meet a squirrel standing between my car’s back tire and the curb.
To Settle by Aliza Zelin Neidich
I moved to Los Angeles with one suitcase and three boxes in transit via FedEx from New York City.
Honeymoon by Elane Johnson
The changing moon…lingers over Acapulco Bay… . We take our honeymoon there although my heart isn’t in it, hopelessly lost on the one who got away.
Hubert by Cory Bortnicker
Spring sprung on a Tuesday in New York, and change was in the air. Actually, not change, dog shit.
Island Education by Lindsey Clark
You’re doing it wrong! a brassy voice informs me…I turn from the stove to find an elfin Creole woman with four gold teeth and bright red lipstick watching me…
Another Brick in the Wall by Dina Honour
… that long, rope-like braid would swish back and forth. She was an aging Pocahontas, a tribal medicine woman
Peanut Training by Kirsten Voris
During our weekly Skype session, my therapist, Margaret, suggests I’m an alcoholic. What? I already stopped drinking, can’t remember my last hangover.
Your Dreams Were Your Ticket Out by James Stafford
… as I entered…fourth grade…I was short one father, and my male role models were a dull preacher and a photo of a half-naked hippie nailed to a board.
Traction by Krista Christensen
Today, like hundreds of yesterdays, he prepares for work, clipping closed his knife bag after donning standard culinary regalia.