Why I Got Written Up by...

By Kathryn Kulpa
Smother me in redneck kisses. Pour that smoky Bar-B-Q down my neck and lick it off, no rush.

Of spiderwebs and broom...

By Sandra Arnold
I took down the get-well cards on my daughter’s wallboard. A scrap of paper under a silver horseshoe with a date in her handwriting.

The Devil’s in the Deta...

By Pamela Painter
A priest and a rabbi come out of a bar. No one saw them go in. No one saw where they sat, what they were drinking or what they said to each other.

Photo Story: Rain City

By Lucie Bernheim
Ben gets up to wash the dishes. I down the glass of wine I was drinking and pour myself another. My arm cast almost knocks the bottle over, but he saves it.

15 Days Till Day Care

By Roberta Beary
We arrive at 7 a.m., starving. Their note says, "Help Yourself." We finish an open bag of pistachios. Baby wakes, crying while frozen breast milk thaws.

Vertical Travel

By Ron Nyren
The summer of no breeze, six men carried an enormous fan up the stairs of my grandmother’s four-story townhouse and installed it in the roof.

Promethea

By Cheryl Pappas
Her body, infinitesimal, wends and winds blind in the dampening soil. Her body, black and lustrous yellow after black and lustrous yellow, arches and creeps down again...

A State of Great Fullne...

By Ciera Burch
When she was little, she thought being full meant being filled, head to toe, with food.

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By Joshua Michael Johnson
“How’d my hair even get in here?” she asks, scrubbing inside the fridge. “The same way it gets everywhere,” replies the man who’s found her hair where it could not be ...

Photo Story: The Riddle...

By Daniel Moore
Ai the Beautiful was the first woman permitted to join the sangha Buddhist order, and before long half its members abandoned their vows of celibacy driven by lust.

Monster Neck

By John Meyers
When I was young I never thought about my neck. It was smooth and supple like the rest of me. Now my neck is a monster.

Photo Story: Scrubbing ...

By Joe Bernardi
For the first time that night, she paused. The sink flooded her memory.