by Rosanne Trost I grew up in an Irish Catholic family. My mother’s maiden name was Murphy. Dad’s mother had the same maiden name. My sister and I used to joke that our parents were cousins. […]
Category: prose
Object Permanence
by Amanda Pendley it was poetic justice maybe when two days earlier, the three of us stood squished and stepping on feet in front of the dull dorm bathroom mirror for a friend’s photography project […]
Punting Everything We Don’t Have The Guts To Say Into The Sky
by Amanda Pendley little kids blush when confronted with crushes though it may be the purest form of love any of us will ever have I’m stumbling upon more and more days lately when I […]
My Parents Have Always Fought
by Sage Leona My parents have always fought. Mentally, verbally, physically. All of my memories of my entire first fifteen years of life are entwined with horror stories of their annoyances which turned into disagreements […]
Don’t Be Scared of Graveyards
by Vera Armstead I’m tired of watching those old movies with teenagers drinking in a cemetery at midnight before Halloween. It’s not interesting for zombies to pop out of graves or spirits to fill the […]
A Violin in the Woods
by Andy Betz A wooden violin awoke one morning in the woods. He still retained both bow and strings and felt fairly confident his predicament was merely temporary. Not being able to produce music in […]
