Small. Brightly colored. Deadly to the touch.
Your Ba has gone mad was what Ah Ma spat out in between her hissing and huffing. Without closing the door behind her, she stomped off to Madame Wong, our apartment neighbor, which said a lot about Ah Ma’s state of mind, considering she’d… Continue Reading “Invisible Enemies by Christine H. Chen”
I button the snaps on Ollie’s onesie between his Pillsbury dough-roll thighs. He throws his legs skyward and catches his heels. I count his ten toes. I press the bottoms of his feet to my lips and breathe in the sweet, buttery smell. I… Continue Reading “Fatherhood as Just a Point of View by David Williamson”
Bernie and I are in her pool, sipping canned pinot grigio and swatting mosquitoes from the little bit of skin we haven’t submerged. Bernie keeps a close watch on the sky because I have a headache, the kind that forecasts storms. I’m a human… Continue Reading “Useful Skills by Michelle Ross”
Because the gravedigger agreed when Jack asked to ride with him, Jack is in his truck waiting for a mid-winter funeral to finish. “I keep my distance,” the gravedigger says. He shifts his body to expose more of his window, leans back as if… Continue Reading “Shadowing the Gravedigger by Gary Fincke”
Our neighbors got foreclosed, and the bank never came by, and so we watched the house falling down. Weeds growing up. It looked like one of them barns out in the country where it’s all still standing but only just, and you can imagine… Continue Reading “Good Wood by Brett Biebel”
Tide’s out, and the bones of his ancestors are gabbling in the air. He can tell which ones belong to whom – dents in the cranium, density of a femur, thickness of coccyx and clavicle. Granny’s are the flat brown yellow of tar, gloom… Continue Reading “Bleached by Rob Yates”
Imagine a backpack, flung off the shoulder of a ten-year-old-boy and kicked under his writing desk, straps slouching onto the carpet stained with sharpie streaks and spilled soda. This is where it will remain, abandoned until the end of the school break. Imagine a… Continue Reading “Banana by Laila Amado”
It is peak summer on Hydra, and my twin sister says her husband will lend me a pair of his swimming trunks. She didn’t ask him first, nor has he offered, but he doesn’t protest. He just glances at me, sets his book down,… Continue Reading “Amnion by Dawid Mobolaji”
Except I am the chicken, my brother is the fox, and the boat is my mother’s funeral car. The sack of grain is my brother’s wife who sits between us, clinging to his arm, dabbing dramatically at her non-existent tears. The fox stares forward,… Continue Reading “A Man Takes a Fox, a Chicken and a Sack of Grain Across a River in a Small Boat by Jo Withers”
She halfheartedly pushes his hand away as his fingers ease under the hem of her shorts. She looks over her shoulder into the backseat. “Concentrate on your driving, mister.” He trails his fingers up and down her leg, sees her stifling a laugh. He… Continue Reading “They’re So Beautiful When They’re Sleeping by L Mari Harris”