A story that explores patriarchy and how it affects a woman’s life. Set in Assam, India. Continue Reading And my life unfolds
On paper, Arman was not unlike the other applicants. His face, just like the others, was young and hopeful. Continue Reading Fry Person
Mom says her father was an arsonist. She told me when I was eight. I sat next to her on the sofa, my feet sticking out in front of me. ...
During the winter of ’98, I think I was in love or obsessed with Mother Teresa. This version had pierced nipples and a coke problem and an oversized Cramps T-shirt ...
Set during the EEE outbreak that gripped the Michigan region, a young man who, years after making a decision that destroyed his family, is finally forced to confront his choices–in ...
Before the sun rises, a farmer must tell his son he is adopted. Whilst they attempt to save the life of an orphaned lamb. Continue Reading Grafted
Maybe then she could stand on her tippy-toes and pull down the cables with both hands, fill the room with electricity, set fire to her stack of kimonos, set the ...
…he looks out at a huge garden, nine thirty in the morning, caffe latte in hand. Afar are a dozen pink flamingos standing in shallow water. A few of the ...
Transistor Man glides on waves of sound, the electro-sheen of an ineluctable moment, forever in search of the perfect now. Continue Reading Transistor Man
“Two more,” I say to the rat-faced teenager behind the concession stand. “Another pepperoni?” he asks. “Cheese.” I take off my swimming cap, but I yank too fast and wet ...
“Thou art my beloved Son; with thee I am well pleased.” Even Jesus craved his Father’s approval, never mind that meeting expectations required getting nailed to a cross. Shifting nervously ...
1 I’m taking off the sheets where Paul died in his sleep at Oak Grand Living. I toss the new sheet across the bed like a bait net, and I ...
Mesha descended the stairs, careful not to slip on the hardwood. In his jetlagged daze he could feel the mystical silence of the morning sunshine flooding the empty house through ...
Hanna was born and raised southern Baptist, but she wanted to be a nun. Her first habit consisted of a black cloth that she tied around her head for a ...
“He took another deep, soulful breath. The smells were vivid, they carried with them a cascade of memories. Little fingers trying to knot the silk cord of the bag ” ...
Photo Credit: Charles Rattray He wonders whether it was the child or the old man in him that led him to do it, or whether it was the sentimentality that ...
The trail carved into the woods at an angle, so that after walking just a few yards their view of the house with its armor of moss-matted shingles and fieldstone ...
1967–1991 You’ve been talking again. What about? The past. It’s all I’ve got. Anyway. Aren’t the dying allowed to rant? * Thursday nights, we played table tennis in the Progress ...
Why did I agree to go to the party? Chi with his hot hands on the small of my back seduced me. Over my head, I slipped on a gold ...
The fire progressed steadily through the tall pines and up the long valley in the Sawtooth mountains north of Boise. All but one of the cabins had been evacuated. Fire ...