Making Scones By Diane Elayne Dees Chopping raisins is punishment called a chore. The sticky blade will not cut. Chop, run water, wipe. Chop, run water, wipe. Not small enough, my mother says. Not fast enough. The tiny kitchen is... Continue Reading →
Climbing the Stairs of an Old Hotel by George Bishop This was no hotel—not then and barely now. The freight elevator, the only elevator, says so. So—I take the stairs. At each landing I sense a fire door opening somewhere... Continue Reading →
To the Dead Man in the Road by Sara Clancy Every summer in Tucson this happens, a hazard of heat that greases the equation of whiskey and asphalt and gives us permission to suspend comprehension as we drive by. We... Continue Reading →
Spider Solitaire by Sara Clancy Against protocol, the red queen follows the black king. The tactic is to uncover hidden resolve and I focus on the comforting binary of winning. Move the three of clubs and start a run that... Continue Reading →
Outsourced by Joe Depczynski Today I said to sell the car, yesterday the bike. Wednesday I told you we have no money. The mortgage will go unpaid. Mom works like a slave, her eyes have gone dark, her skin pale,... Continue Reading →
Divorce By Mathias Nelson Darkness is laid out on my brother’s couch, eyes wide to the ceiling, listening to the house’s guts. Children are asleep upstairs. Their fists beat the walls in dreamy anger. I am alone downstairs. The toilet... Continue Reading →
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