My neighborhood was an urban menagerie. Snakes and snapping turtles mingled with fast–food wrappers in the creek. Tadpoles swam in street puddles after spring storms. Months later, cars left frog skins baking into the asphalt. The green anole lizard was my favorite. Something about their beady eyes and the way they fought their reflection in […]
Fiction: Eyelid by Audrey Larson
A sound like water, beading up and falling, tap-tap-tapping fast enough that the noise becomes steady, gentle. That’s nice. It must be raining. You hope you remembered to put the bike under the porch. It continues, and the static of noise seems to disappear under this attention. Hm, did it stop? Focus roams, searching for […]
Fiction: Nine Lives by Diane Payne
The girl is seven. The boys are older, maybe nine. From the kitchen window, she watches them try to blow the lid off a garbage can with firecrackers. They hoot and holler. Then they see a cat, and one of the boys grabs the cat and tells the others to run into the garage and […]
Fiction: Good People by Alexandria Goodwill
The man’s nails dig into my skin, leaving angry red crescents alongside the needle marks in my arms. My feet are folded under me, scraping against the floor as he drags me forward. The man is over six feet tall with a shaved head and stubble on his face, and he reeks of cigarettes. He […]
Fiction: Sophie Knows When James’ Mother Washes His Ears
Right after his bath, she dries him and then gets a Q-tip so there’s wax in his ear canal to stop her, Sophie, a brown recluse spider, as she climbs down his left ear because he sleeps on his right. Sophie finds his ear canal much warmer than the cardboard in the basement, and it’s […]
Fiction: Vanessa Hoffman’s Conversations on Life and Living and Death and Dying: Section Fourteen by Victor Kreuiter
She died at home two days later. Her mother and father and brothers were with her. Hannah Madison, who was not present, would weep for days. Paul Hoffman insisted, his wife silent and unsteady and distraught, that his daughter be buried sans casket, deep in the ground in the manner she’d asked for. It took […]
Fiction: Vanessa Hoffman’s Conversations on Life and Living and Death and Dying: Section Thirteen by Victor Kreuiter
A month later Vanessa Hoffman went back into the hospital. Old meds faltered and new medications were tried. She was connected to machines again and monitored twenty-four hours a day. Days became nights and nights became days and the hours ticked by and nurses were on and off duty and doctors came and went and […]
Fiction: Vanessa Hoffman’s Conversations on Life and Living and Death and Dying: Section Twelve Part Two by Victor Kreuiter
“You’re saying memory is cumulative,” her uncle said. “That it? You’re saying remembering changes your memory. Changes the memory. Is that it?” “Yes!” She rolled her head around, took in a deep breath. “Exactly.” She turned to her left, looked at her uncle, nodded, and smiled. “You said it better than I did.” Her uncle […]
Fiction: Vanessa Hoffman’s Conversations on Life and Living and Death and Dying: Section Twelve Part One by Victor Kreuiter
They were on the front porch of the Hoffman home, just the two of them, Vanessa in a chaise lounge – it was bought and put there for her and her only – and her uncle, Bill Piatkowski, seated in an outdoor rocker. “Are you up to date?” she asked him. She was carrying around […]