by Connor Kreger A lot of my adult decisions are based on convenient parking. Maybe it sounds silly, but it holds my marriage together. Jamie and I don’t usually fight. We’re not that kind of couple. We’re on the same page about most things to begin with. Sometimes we disagree about things, but we always … Continue reading One of Those Days
by Amanda Raber A lot of my adult decisions are based on convenient parking. Having spent a good deal of my 20’s working as a valet attendant might have something to do with this. It wasn’t the job I imagined myself getting out of college. I chose my small liberal arts university in Central Illinois … Continue reading Possibly Thanks for Something
by Elise Leibowitz A lot of my adult decisions are based on convenient parking. Bikes have more resting options than cars, you see. We get to finagle our small mass of metal and rubber into spaces that are designated for those creative enough to spy them first. The side of a telephone pole? If your … Continue reading A Still World
I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
it flits just out of sight, enough to make you rub your eyes and wonder if you really saw it. a breeze and a buzz around your ear, a giggle that echoes gently as you whip your head around and fail to see it once more.
Six of them, arranged just so, framing my head like a hand at the nape of my neck, drawing me closer to kiss my forehead. Six. Always six. Six strewn around me, tossed off the side while my hand grips another or holds it over my face so my gasps don’t wake my roommate. Six … Continue reading Six
It occurs to me that he must’ve treated you the same way he treated every other woman that unwittingly stumbled, mesmerized, and fell deep into those mischievous green eyes. The strong ones, since he loved to believe he could mold a strong woman into something of his own odd fantasy. And you were definitely strong. … Continue reading Letter to a Golden Woman