by Fawn Parker
Hypothetically baby I’m talking in the ultimate rights and the wrongs of things. Yeah I’m leeching. Yeah I’m the one who’s squirreling. I’m poaching.
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by Noa Padawer-Blatt
It makes the crowd joyous and the magician proud. He must commit to the trick until it becomes real to him, too.
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by Brooke Lockyer
Not everyone on Lake Joseph is a husband or a wife. Elise, a retired high school art teacher, spends her days alone, painting male portraits on her verandah in the early morning light.
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by Brandon Kashani
At night, Richard and Harriet would sip white wine over microwave dinners. The make and vintage never really mattered, as long as it was as cold as possible.
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by Joanne Gormley
I ring ten times before letting myself in with the key she gave me. My sister Beatrice is in her bedroom standing at her full length mirror wearing a long black evening dress.
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