by Russell Rowland Sketchy is the restroomin this ramshackle arcade—almosta closet, dark—still, she has to go.Granddaughter, eight, insistsGrampy accompany her. I do— softened at her own wayof being those years young, her faiththat an elder man, retired,unremarkable, divorced, can causethe world to seem a safer place. Once we’re both inside,…
by Jacqueline Ledoux The clock ticks as seconds go by. Seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours as I sit here, waiting. The chair I’m seated in is uncomfortable and the room smells sterile, like strong cleaning solution and chemicals. Perhaps the purpose of these nocuous agents is to…
My mother sobbed when she found out she was having a girl. I was to be the first after two boys and for that, she was ecstatic. I’ve seen the video countless times, each time noting the way her beautiful brown hair stuck to her forehead and her mossy green…