Pip
I have no friends who ask about me. Well except Mov.
“Oi get in,” she says.
I climb into her blue panel van. She looks wrecked. I am wrecked. Two wrecked women. Her cigarette is smoldering—ash falls to her … Read the rest
Category: Fiction
Maggie Dillow
SUMMER
She showed me her palms. Small and white.
At six years old, it was the butterflies. Collected in an old VHS case and placed, casually, in the freezer.
Then of course the baby bird, zipped up in a sandwich … Read the rest
Sabrina Li
Borrowing
It was summer, and the lake at the end of Emma’s house stank of the heat, the moon hung fat and sickly. Emma spent her days sticking her head in the water for as long as possible, her body, … Read the rest
Laura Dzubay
Paradise
Daddy, won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River, where Paradise lay?
I’m sorry, my son, but you’re too late in asking,
Mr. Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away.
—John Prine, “Paradise”