Issue 20 / Winter 2020 She painted with tempera on the kitchen floor, an old roll-up window shade soaking up the excess. Painted with confidence and abandon. Here a dragon, there a mermaid, recognizable to her alone. Graduated to an easel and drippy paints that...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 The elevator comes and goes, comes and goes. I stand in a stupor, oblivious to the whooshing of doors opening and closing. Mundane functions like getting into an elevator seem irrevocably unimportant while my thoughts jump radically...
Issue 20 / Winter 2020 It was a fine, large-windowed restaurant she led him into, their heads already a little light from the martinis at the first bar. She wore a dress that brushed just the top of her knees and fit pleasingly over the parts of her body that...
Issue 19 / Fall 2019 The jeep bucks against the highs and lows of desert sand. Jake is gripping the wheel and turning into curves only he can sense. The way he would often drive from time to time through their long marriage. Always the one who is carsick, Sally...
Issue 19 / Fall 2019 Because it was his birthday, she poured a glass of wine and made a sandwich before they went out to dinner, knowing she’d be in for an evening not only of hunger but of raised eyebrows and uninspired, butterless side dishes. She made mock...
