Aches and Pains

By Lora Kilpatrick
We sit on ash heaps, picking our scabs. We’ve learned not to feel the hunger or pain anymore.

Photo Story: Senaida

By Shara Concepción
First came the missionaries, their soft limbs sifting debris; their sloughing faces beading saltwater, full of want for remembrance. Gone, the clamor of rebuilding.

You Gotta Know Your Ter...

By Paul Beckman
I called my wife from the road and told her that the sales were slow and I was going to cross the state line into Nebraska and try to open some new territory and we exchanged I love yous...

School Run

By Lucy Goldring
force children buggy bags through front door walk fast walk faster break into jog point out dog shit are we late mum no it’s fine just haven’t got time to spare…

Photo Story: Unschedule...

By Kathryn Kulpa
This was before the buses stopped running. An article had come out saying cinnamon oil killed the virus and now people doused themselves.

Cubist Mother

By Michelle Ross
When I found my mother throwing dishes at the mortar wall behind our house, she said only, “I forgot these once belonged to my mother.”

My Lover the Fly

By Nan Wigington
Alright, so he throws up all over his food. So what? He doesn't have the enzymes to eat this crap.

Device

Kim Magowan
Waiting with my daughter for her dad, the concrete stoop burns my ass. Gabrielle plays with that crystal ball, her phone. “Do you have your bathing suit?” I ask.

Cigarettes

By Amy L. Bethke
We had one argument and that’s all. Cigarettes. Me telling you they stink, saying please brush your teeth so I can kiss you.

Crafts

B.A. Williams
Cora was crafty. She sewed patchwork quilts, baked cupcakes by the cartload, and crocheted like a woman possessed.

Why I Despise Christmas...

By Sarah Freligh
Because of the evergreen stink of gin I got a face full of whenever my daddy kissed me good night...

Of Mice and Hofmann

By Michael Michailidis
I could never forget those mice, the way they looked at me when I administered the compound, LSD-25.