The Humpback’s Wardrobe by Timothy Day On Saturday I awoke to find five of my hangers bent, the hooks askew this way and that. The hooks of a humpback’s wardrobe, Alice called them when I told her. “How would that work?” I asked, trying to picture it....
The Balloon or the Ballerina by Scott Broker 20 April 1998 Mom was floating against the living room ceiling when I came home from school, so I dragged a chair from the kitchen and pulled her down. “Crazy old lady,” I said, attaching her ankle to the rope we...
Hoops by Blair Hurley I’ve inherited a notebook from my great-grandmother. It’s full of loose-tucked notes, scribbled on scraps and receipts. My great-grandmother was a writer; she wrote a book for children about growing up on the prairie, and a column for a...
Transient by Quenton Baker Some [stars] are there but some burned out ten thousand years ago…You see memories. -Anne Carson We built gods real slick-smooth big god-looks on that stage big god-breath big god-sweat the bass pumped like priest-shrieks like...
The Waiting Dream by Mark J. Mitchell Enslaved by circumstances, to wait, without vanity, uncalculating and available, for the whim of the marketplace, to wait, without pleasure, for routine or for chance. —Joyce Mansour, “Practical Advice for...
What I Kept To Myself by Ellie Rogers Like in 7th grade when David Myers held in a sneeze until his left lung collapsed; the oil slick of his trapped irritation spilled across his esophagus, and his alveoli, like fleeing fall geese, pumped clogged...
