Of spiderwebs and broomsticks
By Sandra ArnoldI 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 Details
By Pamela PainterA 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 BernheimBen 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.
Photo Story: Woman Keep...
By Sarah FrelighFriday is Mrs. Judson’s, her marble-topped table that refuses to give up its smudges no matter how hard I polish.
Photo Story: Taillights
By Jimmy LeonardWe’re forty minutes outside of Sacramento when traffic crawls to a stop. Luggage racks, loose clothes, dogs yipping out windows.
Stained Lips
By Jan Elman StoutShe dabs her lips with Faithful Fawn. He hovers behind, runs his fingers through his graying hair, eyes fixed on his reflection. How do I look? Her mouth forms a perfect “O,” presses shut.
Full Cold Moon
By Gay DeganiThey bear witness, the girl and the supermoon, pinned to different worlds. She studies the ocean, chin on knees, toes buried in cooling sand...
Child’s Play
By Melanie Bui LarsenThe first thing we noticed after breaking into his room was the mess. Mounds of clothing and food wrappers rose like rock formations.
An Addition to the Fami...
By Lavanya VasudevanThey smell the same, your woman and child, drenched in the sweet of milk and the salt of sweat.
Aches and Pains
By Lora KilpatrickWe sit on ash heaps, picking our scabs. We’ve learned not to feel the hunger or pain anymore.
Photo Story: Senaida
By Shara ConcepciónFirst 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 BeckmanI 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 Goldringforce 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 KulpaThis was before the buses stopped running. An article had come out saying cinnamon oil killed the virus and now people doused themselves.
