Category: January-February 2020

Forever by Harmony Hazard

The baby shower is swarming with children. I am one of only two women here without babies.

I wonder why anyone would choose stomach-acid yellow paint for an ER, as if bile were a calming hue.

This time, I want to say I missed my flight and got locked out of the sketchy hostel in Bogotá…

Once our father finally came out, six years after the divorce and fifty-something years old, she was anxious to rebuild a life for herself…

“Why would you do that?” my son asked. “It’s a long way to go, to see something that lasts only a few seconds.”

The caboose rumbled past the parsonage driveway, next door to the Church of God where Daddy pastored.

You know I’ve been watching a lot of Murder, She Wrote, but you don’t know that it’s the show I turn to when I’m lonely.

When I casually mention that a cloud has appeared in my vision, do not call me a hypochondriac…

You have come to this university on and off for a decade—as a music major first, and then a dropout…..

There’d be an alert on my weather app—severe thunderstorm watch, flash flood warning, excessive heat until 8 p.m.

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