October 2016

Distance by J.R. Lara

inside coleman tent

…the sound of a deer approaching is like a pulse: equal parts soft thudding clod and ground shake. For a moment, you think it might be a heartbeat. You think it might be your own.

Everett by Susan Imboden

chocolate bar coming out of wrapper

“Hon, could you get me a cup a coffee?” asks the voice behind the curtain. It’s a remarkably strong one for someone with end-stage lung disease.

Armageddon by Lillian Brown

close up of image of satan

I haven’t attended Mass since before I got sick. It’s not that I’ve ever been a particularly religious person, but I did spend some time on the playground of the Catholic Church.