This ten word story was typed on a Smith Corona Super-Silent, c. 1957. Let’s call this beautiful blue boy, Andrew.
Jay Bechtol enjoys writing to the point that his daughters have begun questioning his on-going commitment to parenting. He can…
Tamizh Ponni works as a Design Facilitator in an International School, Bengaluru, India. She has a Bachelor’s degree in Computer…
The comfort of an elementary photograph pulls me from the digital archives of Instagram: I am kneeling to tie my…
again, and her hair changes color with the season, first day, now night. Eyes liner-keened, cigarette in hand, a mouth’s…
The guys didn’t blame me when I sold out. But fifteen years later a loser with a man-bun and spray-on…
I. Mama is a rose, and you are a rosebud. You were once a single potted plant, sharing the same…
When the sound of a stable boy being whipped reached the royal wet nurse through the nursery window, a thought…
One year, the Platte got so high whole neighborhoods had to be evacuated. People lit out for higher ground or…
Always she sought a balance between strength, speed, and aesthetic appeal. She fine-tuned with a scientist’s single mindedness, an artist’s…
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