Small. Brightly colored. Deadly to the touch.
My husband is building a spacecraft in our garage. An actual spacecraft from RYMDFARTYG, IKEA’s troubled cousin. Seventeen flat-pack boxes. 847 steps. The neighbor’s dog won’t stop barking at it. Sometimes screws hover before settling. Six months now. “Does the spacecraft frighten you?” our… Continue Reading “Do Not Overtighten by Darryl J. Benjamin”
She came childless. Amongst our clutter on the concrete bench, she sat with her designer tote bag. A blue shark hooded towel and a rainbow bottle peeked out. We watched her watch the pool, the skin around her eyes worn. We masked our unease.… Continue Reading “Swimming Lessons by Karina Ko”
Our parents didn’t believe in the Easter bunny. They said it wasn’t the real story. And instead of us kids chowing down on chocolate eggs we were in the chook shed grading the real ones. Picking feathers from the shitty eggs, wiping them clean… Continue Reading “Good Friday at the Chickadee Poultry Farm by Frankie McMillan”
Our first place is near the airport. We sit on the balcony some evenings and watch the planes rip into the sky. The space fits two folding chairs so close our knees touch. Flying makes me anxious but before it did, I used to… Continue Reading “Flight by Jane Wageman”
On Friday I’ll move. On Saturday I’ll get a new job. On Sunday I’ll find a new husband. On Monday I’ll move. On Tuesday I’ll get another job. On Wednesday I’ll decide I don’t want a husband. On Thursday I’ll move into a place… Continue Reading “Future Tense by Anna Mantzaris”
I wait until the last possible second to bother him about the splinter. He needs his rest, and my discomfort is so trivial. But it is wedged in my heel, a place where I can’t contort my body to get an adequate grip, and… Continue Reading “Splinter by Melissa Bandy”
Rosie Finger talked about nature versus nurture, about which one decides the course we take through life. She thought they played equal roles, that the way we were raised and the parts we were born with conspire to shape us. I agreed, because to… Continue Reading “Rosie Finger Donne by Robert Long Foreman”
After our results came back, we took a spliff down to the beach to wait for the blood moon, but it was cloudy so all that happened was a hellish glow and some ratcheting paranoia. I was already in a funk, but you wouldn’t… Continue Reading “Total Lunar Eclipse by Jane O’Sullivan”
The goldfinch hit the kitchen window with a knock so dull and hollow we thought, briefly, that someone had come to the door. We went out. The bird was on the patio brick, lying on its side, its yellow as bright as paint and… Continue Reading “Goldfinch by Doug Lawson”
Some refer to my death as a certainty, using words like remembrance and memoriam. Others talk about me like I’m still here, chumming around at my old home bar, The Spokenfore. My buddy Elliot buys me a Sam Adams and drives me home after… Continue Reading “Alive and Dead in Ohio by Jimmy Frohman”