Issue Nineteen

Hope Chest

According to my big brother Daryl, mothers used to wrap their stillborns in gauze and stick them in a hope chest, hoping their child’s heart would then start beating again. I suspected Daryl was full of shit though because he was always full of shit. Mom kept her hope...

Hazard Ahead

On the way to the hospital for my husband’s hip replacement, I rode shotgun as he worked the clutch and gas. A move first rehearsed on his ‘62 blue Chevy, then Ford Escort, Subaru wagon, red Honda Civic, silver Civic and black Civic. A skill so natural he never...

Her First Thought

She bears the news like a storm cloud bears the rain, heavy to the point of bursting but not quite because she can’t burst just yet, not thirty-six days before her son’s wedding in Los Angeles, USA, to which she’s bought the plane ticket two months ago and gotten an...

An Ode to Brie Cheese

Like velvet, like the surface of the moon. A field of cream, a bolt of pale silk. Not wax or plastic, but mold. A white mold sprayed across the surface to protect something so soft and delicate. To give it backbone, give it flavor. It suggests a decaying whale. Dead...

Grief Visits Me Today

It wears a golden tutu, a spinning disco ball effect. I’m dizzy, off-balance. I’m trying to eat breakfast. It’s wearing old-fashioned roller skates and boogies to a Parliament Funkadelic song, doing splits in my kitchen. It doesn’t suffer our pressure of memory. It...

Sediment

‘I couldn’t do that,’ you said, when I deleted my social media. ‘I’d feel as though I was missing out on everything.’ You always disappoint me like that. I admired you so much at university; your intellect, your lust for learning. I can’t believe I still have a friend...

The First Millennial President

The first millennial president spaces out. She’s looking at a word document. But not really looking. Seems like too much to care about. And there are other people being paid to do it in case she doesn’t feel like it. So she’s not sure what she’s supposed to be doing....

The End of the World in Slo-Mo

We’re grilling chicken thighs and deep-frying pickles and donuts, watching the cartoonish red glare of the burning city and taking bets on how long before it all spreads here, all of it, the fire, the former inhabitants, the thugs who started it all. They aren’t even...

Verb Conjugation: To Sweep

Instructions: Apply the appropriate usage to the blanks. Due Monday. sweep sweeping under the rug swept away sweeping sweep When your husband makes the following ___________ statement, “This is the first time I’ve ever been in love,” and then follows it up (because...

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