In nineteen thirty-something, between The Depression and World War II, Dad built a small box, not big enough to call a chest or locker, from scraps of pine board, nailed together and screwed down with unnecessarily heavy hinges. He
Day: March 25, 2025
On occasion, this distant memory surfaces at curious moments. I’m unsure why. However random and peculiar, I suppose the event over fifty years ago had some significance for my young mind. One night when I was six or seven,
I saw taillights last night in a dream about my whole life.Everybody leaves, so why, why wouldn’t you? —The Gaslight Anthem, “Great Expectations” (2008) For Katie Meyer. My son is an athlete. I never was. Before I
This is not what I am supposed to do. The ads, the movies, the major personalities urge us all to go big. Live large. Huge as humanly possible. Make waves. Tidal waves. That’s the rule everywhere. But I believe
“Man, if that ol’ porch rocker could talk . . . … What a tale of tails it could tell!” Over seventy-five year’s worth of tales, that’s what. There’s Arvie’s arse and Cowboy’s keister, Hank’s heinie, Bill’s bum, Carolyn’s
Adam, Dave, Scott, and Thisero march through the immense jungle of grass, the withered gray and brown bodies towering over the four of them as they move together in single file. The amount of grass is so concentrated that
Beneath my surface, she lingered like a tumor, crawling on bruised knees along bones and ligaments. I threw myself down the stairs to dislodge her. Now she emerges – a tiny pink girl whose neck is purpling, swathed round
The heat stuck to my skin. But I felt cold, and my sweat was cold, too. After that feeling, I shivered to the core. If I look in the mirror, I will see the colours completely gone from my
You know you shouldn’t be here. But again, you can’t help yourself. You’ve lost track of how many days you’ve come to this place. At first you told yourself it was the shade; you just needed a minute out
We read submissions on a rolling basis