Only movement soothes me still. Swimming laps at the city pool I am in my mother’s womb—in liquid, in liquid, in liquid, in motion.
Keening by Marin Heinritz
Category: Issues
My Dad’s Hats by Warren Rawson
Of course, he would have called them “caps,” but what he kept on the rack in the hallway were, to me, always “hats.”
Good Girls Don’t by Emily Hipchen
When I shift in my seat, the light dims and goes out. The backseat curves around me like a can; he moves his right leg and the cuff of his pants brushes my ankle.
Korea, 1952 by Carl Tiktin
The only trouble with switchboard duty was that it’s a pivotal function in an artillery battery. I didn’t take any of that stuff seriously—everything was just army BS to me.
The Writing Life: A Case of the Mondays by Kevin Finley, guest columnist
At an October 2014 concert in Minneapolis, Ryan Adams leaned into the microphone and joked, “I have a case of the Mondays.”
Review: Starve the Vulture by Jason Carney
Jason Carney’s debut memoir, Starve the Vulture is a book even the most avid haters of memoir could love.
The Only Child by Jayne Martin
“Terminal” was the word the doctors used, a term my then 19-year-old mind could not attach – refused to attach – to the often fraught, single mother…
Makin’ Dirty Dishes by Jody Keisner
His picture didn’t interest me… What I fell for instantly was the sexiness that oozed from his words.
Smoking Dreams by George Dila
I have not quit. I have made no such bold, unequivocal commitment. That I have not smoked in twenty-five years does not mean that I will never smoke another one.
Stalking My Ex-Boyfriend’s Girlfriend on Facebook by Amanda Miska
She is beautiful—like, princess-of-some-obscure-country beautiful or my-dad-is-a-B-list-celebrity-and-my-mom’s-a-performance-artist beautiful.
