The Wind Cave by Courtney Pasko
The daughter is tired of walking, the muscles in her thighs and calves trembling as they climb, but there’s no chance of the father turning […]
The daughter is tired of walking, the muscles in her thighs and calves trembling as they climb, but there’s no chance of the father turning […]
The fruit flies started in the kitchen. They started on the tomatoes. We picked the fruit pink in a race against the raccoons, piling them […]
I was twelve when I became a tree. Mother prepared me for the blood, for my stomach to turn, for my body to change, but […]
We took turns being Firefly: the pink, winged unicorn with a blue mane and lightning bolts on her haunches. Firefly was the prettiest, and all […]
Near the surface of the turbid manmade lake glow tendrils. Ultraviolet clusters of slime, white spheres suspended in each sloppy cylinder. I’ve got a copper […]
The baby is chewing her fingers. She’ll put anything (a phone, a tube of barrier cream, your house keys, an empty blister pack of Methlyphenidate […]
“The mammoth hunters spectacularly occupy the cave wall and the mind, but what we actually did to stay alive and fat was gather seeds, roots, […]
I need to become a wrinkly, bitter old person immediately. Adolescence is such a bore. My friends obsess over boys, gossip, and grades. I’m shorter […]
Baby comes into the world fat bloody and useless. It stays this way all its life. No claws no bark no kelly green solar panels. […]
It was specifically stated in my will that my mother not be my embalmer. As the Commander-in-Chief of a country in strife, I was practical […]
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