Night, and the Coffers are Empty by Ronda Piszk Broatch —Mary Ruefle When darkness seeps in I keep my wick trimmed,my juices wrecked with fear. These are the days I live in a house of cards with vodkaand lime. It’s Monday morning, I’m seconds from sex, the...
Paroxysm by Rebecca L. Jensen We meet when we are five. Eve wears her black hair short, pixie cut and rhinestone earrings. I find out in years to come that she only has hair this short because of the surgery. It is easier for them to cut her hair than to let it grow...
Surrender by Midge Raymond Sienna can’t stop watching the clock. At seven-thirty, all the patients are checked in—eighteen ferals—and Dr. Gabby is ready to begin. Why she’s called Dr. Gabby—not Dr. Matthews or just plain Gabby—Sienna has no idea. She’s still too new...
The Making of the Third Child by Lisa Tuininga Step 1: Wait until first two children are sufficiently independent to feed selves, sleep through night, and offer coherent language formation for both entertainment and debate. Only at that point should you continue to...
John Cena Loves Me by Kelly Flynn John Cena loves me. He tells me this everyday. It is not always in person, because his schedule is demanding. Sometimes when he is away I stay in his home, where everything is so clean and nothing smells like him. In a weird way, that...
