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Tulip Time

KatieThe sound of the smashing was like thunder that comes out of complete silence and snaps every nerve in your body. Amelia didn't flinch, didn't cling to...

A Good Mother

It is in the third grade that I begin to consider the possibility that Georgie will be a better writer than I am. I’m picking him up from school when he turns t...

Do You Still Skate?

She stopped in at the bakery most mornings. Always the same: ice-skates around her neck, her face flush, her hair tied loosely back. She was too distant to say ...

Snapshots

I Being a Prof's wife had its perks. So did being married to an archaeologist. Agatha Christie’s supposed to have said that her archaeologist husband was more ...

Charon at the Junkets

McKenna Bybee, eaten alive, Evening Flyer (USA, 2012). Following the rising of the dead, a handful of survivors search for a train rumored to be carrying the li...

The Lover

JaniceJanice was growing tired of losing her friends and lovers to bigger and better things than herself. But by the time she recognized the pattern, she ha...

Feeding The Dead

The blight had come and then come back, and the first year was terrible but only the beginning. The shellfish were lost when the ocean brought a red tide, and t...

What Do You Know About Love?

She had touched many skins, but none like yours. Yours was the edge of something else. Your skin was your own, but also hers. She would struggle with this as sh...

Sundowner

I fear this darkness here. What could be out there? What is that? A swooping shape—it makes no sound—appearing out of some black corner of my room and dipping c...

Swan Songs

November 2014I love the radioactive glow from the heat lamps on the roast chickens, and I love my guy from Bay Ridge slicing up cold cuts, who asks me how I...