How to Exorcise a Ghost by SC Parent After I broke up with Adam, I waited two and a half years to date again. Sometimes when I write about Adam, I call him my boyfriend. Sometimes I call him my Dom. Maybe he was both, maybe neither; maybe most of our relationship, the...
Rob the Bank, Butter the Kitchen by Susann Cokal I’ve been wanting to leave. Get out of town, flee the country, abandon the planet. I’m not the only one; I hear people talking about it everywhere. They don’t like the president or the climate or the new interest rates....
Morning Traffic by Bret Shepard Some caribou settlein place with an earlyhunger. You will hunt what it is like you towant, the slow desire it eats. You can’t hearit first, but you willrun at the wide smell of need. You will see.It is in your nature. Bret Shepard...
To the Plastic Bag At the Bottom of the Mariana Trench by Cameron Quan Louie For years, you sat crushedunder my sink. I needed youbriefly and after that there was the journey,can to landfill, gust, and longdescent. Months must have passed, slow fallunnoticed, before...
You Ask Your Birth Mom What Her Favorite Color Is (You’ve Never Asked Me That Question) by Rebecca Morton the chokecherryonto which a beakclamps feather edgesof a thousand cedarwaxwing flocks eachflock a thousand cat-eyed birds mudroomsyou’ve clattered...
