Marcus was a poet. A man pumped so full of lithium that his arms had swollen into sausages. So fat that I could hardly find his eyes. According to him, to his eyes, the world…
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The Island by Margaret Adams
Today the sea is dark, but while the sky is too cloudy for the ocean’s surface to reflect blue sunlight, the water seems to hold a glow of its own. Tessa and I keep the…
Your Goddamn Favorite by Rachel Lyon
“Saw you on TV,” she said from the kitchen doorway, meatloaf in both hands. Charlie was barefoot in a towel, ultra conscious of his body odor which cut the smell of meat and onions like…
Briefly Luminous Against the Dark by Stephen Ornes
A few weeks before Frank’s 80th birthday, he and Lucy visited a young doctor – nearly a generation younger than their own children – who said Frank had Alzheimer’s and things could get bad, fast….
Birds by Lizz Huerta
My brother Oscar’s burning sage again. Some new white girl must be over, feeling like she’s about to be one with the sacred wheel of the fucking universe. I look out the window, there’s a…