My husband bought a sofa so low to the ground I couldn’t hide under it, there was no way to slip under it I could barely even slide a slip of paper under it. I asked him why we got a sofa so close to the ground and he said it was more stable that …
Given our tight deadline for our April theme, we are announcing it a little early so you can get a head start! Submission deadline is April 15th, 2021. See flyer for more details.
The Pigeon’s Tale(A Parable) They throw us popcorn and moldy bread,then shoo us off the promenade. Yesterday, they shot a dove,thinking it was one of us. One of them called me a flying rat. So I dropped him a present in his coffee. My little way of saying thank you. Frank William Finney is currently …
It will linger,this sense of violation, vulnerability, will judder minds through months, years – carousel, warning bell, bombshell,came as blackout, ack-ack, off-the-cuff blindman’s bluff,bourgeoisie fisticuffs.Imagine yourself anonymous, impervious, tintinnabulous, the virus in ennui, fiddle-de-dee, austere among irises. Is it even real? Thunder crack. Zodiac. Remember easy street, honeysweet,then heat, bleat, cheat. All this metaphor, meteor …
In our subdivision, we’d never breaka fresh loaf of bread together.At night, we keep the blinds closedso that our private lights never touch,denying that the light of dayexposes us both. We are more strangers than neighbors,you a property owner in his right mind,I a deed holder on your left. Could we ever be brothersinstead of …
The freezer is stuffed with empty boxes. I would throw them away, but, the trashcan is full, and the dumpster’s so damned far. It’s late. The TV is static. I never paid the cable bill, so after awhile, all the channels were snowed in like the Tioga Pass in January. I prefer the static’s zs …
hands says my Sunday School teacher, we allhave to, she says, but we shouldn’t kill our-selves or be reckless so I asked her whylife matters so much–it just gets takenaway and God’s in charge of everythingso however I die isn’t it Hisfault, and for my questions I got sent outinto the hall, it’s lonely here but …
My snow prints reach a woodland homefenced in by clouds and icicle limbs,a house of brick and window light,an insulated bubble in the darkness. Surely, warmth glows inside every room.What light leaks out is charityto snowdrift strangers like me. Would my knock on the door put the lights out,set off the dog alarm? Would I …
Every autumn day Rose passes by the hot air balloon field in Stillwater, wishing she had enough money in order to go up for just one ride. Last winter had not just taken a toll on Rose; it took nearly everything she had left. Now, she has a frostbitten toe and a frostbitten heart. Rose …
The first guy I meet on the app calls himself Stuart. He picks me up at the apartment I share with two other girls, one of them Ellie who told me about the app. “Guys over forty buy you anything,” she said, showing me her new Coach bag, pink with gold accents. Five hundred dollars. …