When they arrive, she is propped up on pillows in the hospital bed.
The Dying Room by Leanne Pierce Schneider
Category: Issues
Pulses by Kathy Davis
Once, arms waving in frustration, my father said, “If no one’s alive who remembers you, it’s like you never existed.”
Foreign by Terri Lewis
In the seventies, I went to Würzburg, Germany, to perform with the ballet.
There Are Girls Like You in Japan by Mimi Iimuro Van Ausdall
You had been to Japan only once before this, when you were eight.
We Had No Woman by Ronit Plank
We were smoking Dad’s cigarette butts (okay just me) before he got home from work….
Peephole by Lotus Mae
I opened the door half-way and saw this young worker-type guy wearing a tool belt.
Origin Myths by Susan V. Meyers
On the day when I should have been inseminated, but am not, I find myself instead making up my mother’s face…
De-escalation by Lauren Woods
My son expertly held a tube of wrapping paper over one shoulder… pulled with his trigger finger, and aimed it toward me.
Bathymetry by Sally Jonson
It isn’t that your memory is full of holes, it’s a hole where your memory should be.
What I Wrote Was Congratulations What I Meant to Say Was by Rachel Lincoln Sarnoff
We never thought we would stay in this city, did we? But I’m still turning the same corners….
