Martha walked through the woods alone, strayed off the dirt path, and stopped at the base of a wide sycamore tree. She placed her right hand ...
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Tenderfoot
The commuters side-stepped his outstretched legs, the purple socks in ratty slippers, the grease-stained pants from Goodwill. He stopped ...
All the Things You Want
I want to write the other thing. The thing I’m afraid to write. The thing that has monsters and secrets where doors slam shut. The thing that ...
The Most Interesting Cat in the World
I spent most of this morning alternating between feeding him small plates of canned salmon, and picking him up, cuddling him, whispering that I ...
You Were Once Wild Here
When I drive down Route 229, down the hill and into the valley, cows on the left, flattened cornfield on the right, sycamore trees like ghosts ...
Thick Glass
Writing feels like concrete, wet and sloppy when it is poured, still malleable as it settles to fill corners, then turning into an immutable ...
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An Abundance of Cats
“You know, you have real, live cats,” my husband says. I know this. I also know that I’m not allowed to have any more cats. Four is the limit, ...
Crash
I was in a car accident yesterday. A woman in a bright green SUV tried to pass me while I was turning left, plowing into the driver side front ...
A Microstory: When Metaphors Fail
Menoetius tossed the book on the ground. “Rubbish.” “I know, right?” said Atlas, his brother. “You’re not carrying the earth. You’re carrying the ...
Blizzard, 1978
Banford Mickley had not seen a pair of tail lights for ten miles, and now he was unsure of anything in front of him. Like walking down the aisle ...
I’ll Take You There
Up in here, lyin’ to the races (I’ll take you there) —The Staple Singers My brother asked me to write about Mary Lou’s ...