When my two children were both old enough to attend school, I was excited by the prospect of solitude and the chance to finally return to writing.
The Writing Life: Watching the Clock by Kelly Shire
Category: Issues
Review: Sober Stick Figure by Amber Tozer
When Amber Tozer was 13, she and her best friend crawled out a window, met two boys at the tennis courts, and passed around a bottle of bourbon until Tozer felt like a superhero.
Body Warmth by Deborah Esther Schifter
I lie against his back, my arms tucked against my chest, and feel the heft and warmth of his body.
Not Pretending by Meg Stone
In a domestic violence shelter, Christmas is the most peaceful day of the year.
At the Fence by Christi Craig
After the storm settles and all that remains is the smell of wet dirt …. your mother asks you to go for a walk in the pasture behind your house.
What Chu Tryin’ ta Say, Doe? by Damara Martin
You want to know what engenders me to write. I ask my hands: what can possibly engender me not to?
Beach Tires by Harriet Heydemann
Four over-inflated rubber wheels stared at me from the top shelf in our garage. Smooth and grey, the tires looked like fat, curled up seals. Gary bought them online for our daughter’s wheelchair.
Where Houses Once Stood by Carina Sitkus
They’re beautiful; they’re old. Some are abandoned. They all have a story I wish I knew. I’m always tempted to step inside.
A Midnight Burning by Katrina Knebel
She couldn’t say how she had come to burn her hands that night. I forgot too.
Holding the Plank by Craig Reinbold
I grew up wearing Husky-brand jeans. I once cried to my mom that I was the fattest kid in the third grade.
