Issue 18 / Summer 2019 / Abortion Ban Protest Special Issue Twenty-five is not seventeen. Essie’s body is different now. As she climbs down the subway stairs, her knees twinge, clicking through the motions. She can feel it, each step-down. She doesn’t run down...
Issue 18 / Summer 2019 / Abortion Ban Protest Special Issue Naval Support Activity Hospital, DaNang, Vietnam February 1968 A corpsman brought in the Marine lieutenant with the liberty pass and clean, pressed uniform—rear-echelon motherfucker, Jane...
Issue 18 / Summer 2019 / Abortion Ban Protest Special Issue My emotions soared and plummeted between excitement and anxiety when my period neglected to show one July. We didn’t exactly plan on having another baby, but that window dangled inches from closing on...
Issue 18 / Summer 2019 / Abortion Ban Protest Special Issue after Ernest Hemingway My boyfriend and I had been staying with my grandmother in Italy for about a week when she died. I didn’t know her well, but it was still sad, in the way that anyone you know dying is...
Issue 17 / Spring 2019 You’re sitting at our bench. I see you: fifteen years old, late into a sweltering July night, just as you once were. The landscaped park is austere in its sparse lighting. The woods are on my right, basketball courts down the hill....
Issue 17 / Spring 2019 My great-uncle Leonard Butcher, one of eleven children, was eighty-three and closest in age to Granny Parker, so it was only natural that after Granny’s funeral, everyone went back to the house where he and Aunt Hattie lived to eat and...
