by Tebra Mekky It was one of those nights. He already knew his feelings were only going to intensify as the night wore on and he would eventually skip work the next day. There was no use fighting it, so he simply put on his winter coat, turned off the…
by Shoshauna Shy There’s a calendar on my counter.Now all the boxes are blank.A single cup and saucer sitwhere the toaster used to be.I didn’t get to keep the table either. A stash of unopened mail fills the spacewhere the cookbooks once sat.The cookbooks that went unopened.Become a wife. It’ll…
by Sarah Carleton What if death is just us ready to burstlike a bladder primed after a long road tripor a bud so packed with sunshine it just has to bloom and here we are at the end, flush withall we’ve been given—soft six-pm skies, autumnyellows, day-long rains, endless plants,…