Dear Missy by Lonna Whiting
“Dear Missy” by Lonna Whiting We had no business driving around town at 3 a.m. after that party, let alone any business popping your convertible top down in the absolute dregs of subzero winter just to get some all-night Taco Bell. But Green Day on the CD player just hit differently that night. It might have been the beers. It might have been the ditch weed. It was probably both. Do you remember the way we...
Rapunzel Brings Her Women’s Studies Class to the Tower by Susan J. Erickson
“Rapunzel Brings Her Women’s Studies Class to the Tower” by Susan J. Erickson The setup looked so innocent. Like a rustic LEGO estate. Before you ask, the ivy escape route now clambering up the walls was tended by an apprentice of Edward Scissorhands. The Government was reclaiming this tract for a planned wilderness. It was so quiet...
Final Crescent by Jane Schulman
“Final Crescent” by Jane Schulman Think of me on bruise-blue nights when the moon wanes to a wisp and you scan the eastern sky, wondering. And think of me as a crocus,...
Wanting for Grace by Donna J. Gelagotis Lee
“Wanting for Grace” by Donna J. Gelagotis Lee The mist over the olive grove lifts through the cypress trees and I can taste the olive’s pungency, the heat rising off sunburnt twigs. I yearn to drink. Fully awake, the sun spun out, I step vigorously along the...
She Shall Soon Find a Way by Julie Babcock
“She Shall Soon Find a Way” by Julie Babcock Gingerbread after an exile. After the funeral pyre has smoked down and the last bread crumbs stolen. How sweet now to have found this forest house, ground cinnamon and ginger, spiced bark and root, a revival. Of course she eats it....
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