by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
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George in the Sky
by Cheryl Sola I was born. Damn. Can’t anything go right? That was thirty years ago and nothing’s changed. Today’s my birthday, June 6th. Pa said my birthday numbers add up to 6–6–6. And because that number means the devil, my Pa called me the devil’s child, and got an…
Talking to God
By Cheryl Sola I have this neighbor, Pearl, who’s a good Christian woman and all that. I see her at her kitchen window scouting for stray cats. They hit the dumpster across the street in the evening and that’s when she does her stalking. For the life of me, I…