Sermon on the Rocks by Vicki Nyman It always began when Mommy suddenly stood, her upper-middle-aged body rising from the sofa to hover above me, distant as the ceiling of a Gothic cathedral. The nave we called our living room would be rocked by seismic forces: the...
Won’t Not by Laura Leigh Morris I scan the room for Charlie’s blue overalls, waiting for him to pop from behind a bookshelf or from within the play kitchen. A group of two-year-olds tumbles over one another on the story mat, none of them Charlie. More dance...
Turn Back the Clock, But Only for an Afternoon by Martha Clarkson The first thing their email said was “your letter moved us to tears.” I had typed the letter on my father’s old Smith-Corona and enclosed ten reprints of various photos of the house where I was born. I...
A Recipe For Disaster by Denise Tolan Measure the following ingredients to form the crust: 1 teaspoon full of stories from my father’s childhood A dozen heaping cups of a single memory from when he was nine years old Use the dozen cups to form the base for the crust....
Message From the Moths by Matt Briggs The moth stuck in the orbital spider’s web had been something before and would soon be something else. I had just taken a new job. Already the patterns of my previous work faded. I didn’t remember the name of the receptionist who...
For the Jumbotron by Will Musgrove I don’t even like baseball. I don’t care about rooting for the home team, for any team. You wouldn’t think that by looking at me. I come to each Cubs’ game dressed in an expensive jersey, a foam finger attached to my right hand...
