by Gwen Mullins | Apr 19, 2013
My best friend and former lover Mitch hauled his furniture from his brown pickup into the empty side of the duplex I owned. His apartment contained one bedroom, an avocado-colored stove, and an air conditioner balanced in the window dampening rather than cooling the...
by Laura Kasischke | Apr 12, 2013
No person who has never been the cause of another person’s death can understand the plight, which becomes the life, of the person who has. For instance— Let her name be Girl, because she never got to grow up. She stayed a girl (Girl) in every way, and will never...
by Martha Silano | Apr 5, 2013
He comes from many houses. The first was his: the house where things fall apart. The plastic countertops peeled back in sheets. Cabinet faces hung loosely on hinges then fell off completely, half empty cupboards of rotten food, mouse droppings, and moldy contact...
by Alex Cigale | Mar 25, 2013
For a while now, Fedya had been eyeing the butter dish and finally, seizing the moment when his wife bent down to trim a toenail, quickly, in one motion scooped the butter out of the dish with his finger and stuck it in his mouth. Closing the butter dish, Fedya...
by Sarah Etter | Mar 12, 2013
I found out I was a wretcher the first time I fell in love. I was seventeen and he stretched tall and pale with red hair and water eyes. He held my hands and then me and together we were silent standing in the foyer. Then his mouth and mine together, there was his...
by Joseph Scapellato | Feb 28, 2013
She stopped their kissing but didn’t step away. She said it was different. They stood pressed together in an alley between crummy apartment buildings, the sky sick with rosy city-darkness. It was late and damp and they were parting, her staying, him going. Happy...
