My father stands on the bow of the small flatboat, his eyes behind polarized glass peering into the deep blue water, hunting. Among anglers who

I opened the door to a leggy, slightly bunny-toothed mouth breather. Sixfooter. Jelly-bean blue eyes. Rippling wheaten hair. Bare midriff garnished with a tasteful five-pointed

He’d made a mistake in coming here. The taxi idled at the curb, one cylinder missing its spark and inciting an anxious, irregular chuff to

When I was dying, my daughter flew north to say goodbye. Her beloved said that when I heard my daughter’s voice, my heart beat stronger.

Every Thursday, our geezer bus makes a run to a nearby megastore. I’m usually among the half-dozen or so Grandview Senior Living residents on board.

Brenda is a plus-size waitress in a sports bar full of mostly well-behaved patrons. She isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but her shape doesn’t dissuade

He sits down on the end of the park bench she occupies and turns to her. She smiles. “My throat is sore,” he rasps.  

This is a multiple choice test. For the best results, please answer intuitively without thinking too much about each question. Circle the answer that you

For as long as I can remember I was in love with Philomena. I can picture her now sitting in dappled shade under an apple

I’m on a ladder painting the Peterson’s gutters when Josie’s mother pulls up in that old green Chrysler of theirs, thick black smoke shooting out

Click of a cigarette-lighter makes me turn my head– you aren’t supposed to do that here, are you? I thought that was a thing you

*CW: This piece contains references to suicide.    The mirror over the sink in the bathroom tells me I do not exist. I know I

Until then I wanted to love you, but I wasn’t sure I could.  You grew inside me, expanding my belly to an impossible mound. From

We are in Tangle. Fierce, heat and sweat and pumping blood. Skin singing, fingertips tracing jawline and collarbone and pelvis, easing, deep breaths, slow and

September 3 Dear Diary: I cannot believe that I am doing this.  It seems like such a 12-year-old girl thing to do – Dear Diary