by Anonymous How do you know when you love someone? My great grandma knew a woman from the clay marshes outside of the district parish that said you could find out if what you had was love if you went east of the bramble bushes at midnight on summer solstice. There, leave a cluster of … Continue reading Love in the South
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and I wanted to
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
Letter to a Golden Woman
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
Gathering Mushrooms
by Julie Ahern The forecast said a blizzard was coming, the storm of the century, so he knew today would be his last chance. The alarm was set for 3:00, but he really didn’t need it; years of working in construction, getting up to be on site before sun-up had him trained. He slid out … Continue reading Gathering Mushrooms
Lights
by Milti Symeonoglou Lights shining brightly on you on us make silhouettes of our audience people who may not even be there they are so silent this is our mountaintop there is nothing here but us and the motions words steps all blur together into euphoria but we will remember it so clearly the weight … Continue reading Lights
The Problem with Peanut Butter
by Ella Kleinman Staring didn't accomplish much. The peanut butter would win that contest. It could have been anyone who left it out. Everyone had free range of the kitchen last night, I'm sure there were various cases of the munchies. But I hated that midnight peanut butter toker. The morning - well, my shifted … Continue reading The Problem with Peanut Butter
What I Didn’t Know Before
By Mo David Staring doesn't accomplish much, but that doesn't stop me. We're in her mom's minivan, parked in front of the house I grew up in. The grassy lawn rises and dips in ways I didn't know I remembered. The tree is still strong and quiet. The brick walls sit solidly beneath a fresh … Continue reading What I Didn’t Know Before
