
We (after Marguerite Duras) by Audrey Coble
You will not look straight in the mirror, except when you are told to do so. You will forget. You will forget. You will forget […]
You will not look straight in the mirror, except when you are told to do so. You will forget. You will forget. You will forget […]
After dinner, I’m cleaning dishes. There’s a witch in the backyard burying something in the garden—probably someone’s heart—when my children start screaming and biting each […]
My grandmother’s dress washes up on the shore. Which shore? Not sure. I never saw her near water while she and I were at the […]
The Final Girl Looks for a Summer Job She scans the classifieds in The Merchandiser, knowing that her options are limited. She can’t be a day […]
I promised the 52-hertz whale that the world was ready for him. We just had to make some changes. I promised him that “the loneliest […]
I’ve become partial, a blip, a dim light that the interaction between my conscious and unconscious convulsions scraped alive under the influence of reality television. […]
Your mother is asking for your things back, my love. Your cashmere sweaters, your crockpot, your gold ring that once belonged to your father. As […]
The structure of “Does the Pig?” is full of rhythm–it’s almost hypnotic, the way we keep going back to the same event and learn something […]
I’ve got a Roy Batty doll that I keep next to my bed. He’s got white hair that sticks out at his widow’s peak, deep […]
Kali was one of the dogs I checked in on throughout that summer. Her owner was a short man with a long-distance fiancée and I […]
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