I lie against his back, my arms tucked against my chest, and feel the heft and warmth of his body.
Body Warmth by Deborah Esther Schifter
Category: May 2016
Not Pretending by Meg Stone
In a domestic violence shelter, Christmas is the most peaceful day of the year.
At the Fence by Christi Craig
After the storm settles and all that remains is the smell of wet dirt …. your mother asks you to go for a walk in the pasture behind your house.
What Chu Tryin’ ta Say, Doe? by Damara Martin
You want to know what engenders me to write. I ask my hands: what can possibly engender me not to?
Beach Tires by Harriet Heydemann
Four over-inflated rubber wheels stared at me from the top shelf in our garage. Smooth and grey, the tires looked like fat, curled up seals. Gary bought them online for our daughter’s wheelchair.
Where Houses Once Stood by Carina Sitkus
They’re beautiful; they’re old. Some are abandoned. They all have a story I wish I knew. I’m always tempted to step inside.
A Midnight Burning by Katrina Knebel
She couldn’t say how she had come to burn her hands that night. I forgot too.
Holding the Plank by Craig Reinbold
I grew up wearing Husky-brand jeans. I once cried to my mom that I was the fattest kid in the third grade.
Radical Chic by John Picard
The Georgetown apartment was full of liberals with deep pockets. It was Washington D.C.’s version of “Radical Chic.”
Review: David Kushner, Alligator Candy
Kushner is a journalist, and as such his writing style is blunt and visceral. He doesn’t shy away from immersing his readers in the experience…
