Mel in Her Element–by Phoebe Brueckner
Mel went down to the docks alone and hired a fishing boat, took it out all by herself. She brought with her a plentiful supply… Read More »Mel in Her Element–by Phoebe Brueckner
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The Newcomer–by Kay Smith-Blum
No one really noticed the newcomer. Mrs. Haggerty arrived during the doxology. She covered her cough with her palm, wishing her bunions would quiet down.… Read More »The Newcomer–by Kay Smith-Blum
Abuela’s Hammer–by Lucy Rodriguez-Hanley
Fellita is on a mission to kill the man who violated her granddaughter. He put his hand so far up Elena’s nalgas that he managed… Read More »Abuela’s Hammer–by Lucy Rodriguez-Hanley
We’re Sixteen and We’re Stupid, But You’re My Salvation
Memoir by Winnie Grey We’re sixteen and we’re stupid, but we’re in love. “I’m sorry,” she tells me. “They shouldn’t say things like that to… Read More »We’re Sixteen and We’re Stupid, But You’re My Salvation
Time. Lost Ears. Pain. Three micro-fictions by Sarah Alderfer
Time Do you think time can disappear without a trace, with no explanation? You’d think it’d be spun on wheels, but I think it has… Read More »Time. Lost Ears. Pain. Three micro-fictions by Sarah Alderfer
Bulb-Shaped–by Jeffrey Bakkensen
You took a stick and drew a circle in the leaves around us and the fire. “No one comes in or out.” We teased the… Read More »Bulb-Shaped–by Jeffrey Bakkensen
Bra
flash fiction by Vanessa Chan I recently injured my arm, so I cannot reach around my back. That means I have to put my bra… Read More »Bra
Backroad
flash fiction by Brigid Ives I remember when I thought that racing down backroads was dangerous. Maybe it was my years living in the city… Read More »Backroad
Google My Address
Essay by Amy McCullough There are two things I won’t do in our (relatively) new house. I won’t bring in the previous tenants’ mail, and… Read More »Google My Address
On Being a Crappy Girlfriend
Essay by Kimberly Knutsen Yesterday, I talked to Steve, an old boyfriend circa 1988. He’d found me on Facebook, and we talked on the phone. I’d always… Read More »On Being a Crappy Girlfriend