Issue Eleven

Successful Worry

Bills. Piles of paper on the desk. Loads of paper in the box at the back of the closet. Unopened mail. Taxes. Health insurance. Ringing phones, calls not returned. Over sleeping, missing class, missing appointments, missing the plane. Lost wallet, stolen credit cards,...

The Need for Neighbors

When I was ten years old, my divorced father fantasized about fleeing the prying eyes of neighbors. He talked about the Amazon rain forest or a beach in Mexico, but the only place my mother let him take me and my brothers was the Uintah Mountains in Utah where our...

SOA’s

He says I'll have to lean on my faith. But I'm standing near the coffee machine trying to get a solid grip on the scent of burnt plastic. My head hurts, my name is Eloise Latham, and I'm a Survivor Of Adultery. At church, they call us SOAs since there’s more to...

I’ll Get the Bad Guy

The carpet smelled like cat pee and rust. Jakki exhaled and little black hairs wafted up from the floor, dancing in the rays of sunlight that shone through the dusty window over her head.             “Why are you...

Biography of a Cousin

Aubrey ate sixteen biscuits that first night. The coolest cousin I had, he scarfed down forty doughnuts on a bet he made with my daddy. Thing is, everybody thought Aubrey was a blue-eyed, lamppost-skinny eunuch who mantraed in the pastures of Fayette County, I need to...

Palate Cleanser

See this postcard of a hotel, this window circled in blue ink? That’s the room in which I realized I would leave your father. You were there with me, in fact, though I’m sure you don’t remember. You couldn’t have been more than three. Your father was in Chicago for...

Sweet Affton

I wait in the alley while he wriggles gracelessly through his window – it’s easier than he lets on – and we start walking. I gotta get out of this dump life, he says, like he knows. Ain’t no way, I say, because I do. He has his uses, as long as he doesn’t talk too...

You Had Me At Blue Hair

What first caught my eye was her hair. She was sitting a few tables down from me at a late night McDonald’s. You couldn’t miss the hair. Screaming, neon, electric blue. I didn’t think you could get that color outside of a cartoon. I stared. You would have too. She...

HOMES BLOWN APART

The roof took off long ago. So did the south wall. Doctors in muddy white pace and shiver. Nobody starts a fire from wood in the rubble. The tallest guy stalks about with a quivering stick, dowsing for a buried trickle of fresh water. Only weeds bubble from cracked...

What Not To Choke On

About a curious joke, a dare this fisherman in his yellow slicker, him drunken just a few drinks, ho ho ho and a bottle of, but still he climbs aboard the trawler and turns the key or whatever starting the motor, a simple rumble and diesel fume, stay above water,...

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