My nineteen-year-old daughter leads me up the carpeted stairs.
Road Signs by Holly Abbe
Category: Creative Nonfiction
Switch by Natasha Singh
You have been assigned to work with a white woman who, for each day of this course, has worn a different flower in her hair.
Sex Boxers by Ben Decter
It’s been two years since my wife and I have had sex.
Radishes by Amber Burke
One winter….I coat checked at a French bistro in Chelsea where there were radishes in bowls on the zinc bartop.
Eggs by Shannon Purdy Jones
Her clay brown body would have blended in with the tile if not for black and gold eyes….
This Side of Silence by AV Bruce
David has AIDS, the letter says. He went into hospital last week with pneumonia.
When We Used To Glow by Tom McAllister
When we say there used to be more lightning bugs, I’m afraid we’re really talking about how our parents used to be alive.
It Is Particularly Requested by Katherine Rawson
It is particularly requested that no flowers be sent.
Mourning the Unknown by LuLu Grant
I grew up hearing about my adoption, how I had a Chinese mama and papa.
Some Measure of Comfort by Belinda J. Kein
I should have….seen it coming those last days when we barely moved from that garish yellow sofa…
