Your Place | Rylee Larson
Summer is once again hot, heavy and humid. Sweat already prickles on my brow the moment I open my car door. It sweeps over me and around...
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Jul 293 min read
Signs of Leaving, Spider Cracks | Madeline Muschalik
On days when I get sick of applications and working dead-end jobs I run to the lake. On my way along the hills that chart my course...
Jul 202 min read
Mother Mirror | Kenna DeValor
A Written-In-Five-Minutes Flash Prose; A Protagonist Stuck in A Moment I always take forever to get ready. I force the itchy fabric of...
Jul 112 min read
Persistence of Memory | Helen Raica-Klotz
Once my mother told me she wasn’t my mother, not really. “Oh,” she said, “I gave birth to you, but –” and here she waved her hand...
Jul 52 min read
The Confession | Gretchen Corsillo
She picked at the green plastic straw, then drew it halfway up out of her drink, focusing on the white coating of whipped cream that...
Jun 203 min read
He Smells Like Citrus | Jaimee Alonso-Lundheim
The internet says smelling citrus means someone you love is near. Maybe they’re in the kitchen stripping a lemon of its zest. They could...
Jun 92 min read
Distracted | Liz deBeer
Sitting under an umbrella to reduce the glare, I’m trying to read on the beach. But I keep getting distracted by my cellulite; it’s more...
Jun 84 min read
Catching Up | Sydney Atwood
We used to walk along the beach at sunset, our hands sticky from selling overpriced lemonade and our cheeks burnt from applying small...
May 184 min read
Pumpkin Bread | Wendy Palmer
There’s a loaf of pumpkin bread in my husband’s backpack but the backpack’s gone and so is he. A quick walk around the the block he said,...
Apr 112 min read
A Storytelling | Hannah Love
I look up and see a crow, a shiny and scrawny thing, swaying from the powerline above us. It tips its weight forward as if to nosedive...
Mar 122 min read
Self-Portrait in the Time of Disaster | Federico Escobar
By noon I am done. I take the picture to her, up the stairs, past the living room, through the sleeping alligators, and she shakes her...
Feb 232 min read
Nocturne | Zoë Mertz
You are in your bedroom and the lights are low, the lamps casting golden crescents across the creamy white sheets. You never wanted white...
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