selected by Sarah Starr Murphy

Waiting for a Suddenly

Before leaving my off-campus residence, I jump. It is nothing vigorous, just a series of jumps punctuated by short pauses. While I jump, I think about the move...

More Than a Lion

Christmas morning, during my sister’s visit, we came out to find a lion in the living room. “We did this,” Indu said. “We wanted it that much.” She grinn...

Lockwood and Miller

The Company built the silos after the war. The Men came home and built them up from the earth, built them with their hands and machines. Our people eat the ani...

Heart-Shaped Box

We went to Wal-Mart, Rag Shop, Target, Phar-Mor. On school nights, Saturday mornings, Sunday afternoons as the sun dipped toward dinnertime, we drove down U...

Stronger

In the early morning night of January the car won’t turn over. Jim tries again, turning the key while pumping the gas pedal. Closer, still no luck.  The c...

Low Orbit

Zero was too hungover to take them to the pool, not that he would’ve anyway, so when the oven struck twelve-noon Keats stole a five from the pants crumpled at ...

19 Owls

In March, the owls started walking into our school. March, April, it was all we talked about. By May, they were all over town, Barn owls on the roof of e...

Crème de Menthe

The Granddaughter asked the Grandmother to make some ramen noodles, but the Grandmother didn’t want to because she was visualizing. Did the Granddaughter want t...

One Milky Window

Winter nights, when Delhi is shrouded in dense fog. The other side of the bed is neat, uncomplicated. Your message on my phone: My flight is delayed. I walk ...