1] I’ll tell you something I don’t often tell. I’ll tell you what I’ve seen. What I see. I’ll tell you. Just you. 2] White feet in white sand. My feet. His feet. His hand […]
1] I’ll tell you something I don’t often tell. I’ll tell you what I’ve seen. What I see. I’ll tell you. Just you. 2] White feet in white sand. My feet. His feet. His hand […]
The thought pops into her head and she can’t shake it: she’s going to have sex here. This keeps happening. They’ll be somewhere innocuous, if not downright inappropriate, when a heat pulses through her so […]
Instructions: Use this checklist to rate your suffering at Neil Armstrong Middle School. Once you’re finished, refer to the table below to see how your suffering rates. If you checked … Then … Nothing You […]
It was Thursday evening, and they sat at the little table in the kitchen drinking beer while the spaghetti boiled and the canned sauce warmed up. “Do you remember Goodnight Moon?” “No.” “You didn’t read […]
Daddy didn’t like spending money in restaurants. A waste, he told us, when we have food at home. I mostly ate fast food when I visited my grandparents. But, on strange and wonderful occasions, my […]
That reminds me. That was the year I sat in front of the mirror every day, answering questions, interviewing myself. Practicing. Preparing for the inevitable, though the inevitability of what, I wasn’t specific about. Fame, […]
The student population of Thoreau Middle School – all 868 of us – failed to identify an appropriate social category for Wanda, so we mostly shunned her. She threw temper tantrums well into the seventh […]
STRANGER. It is eight in the morning, and I have already caused a scene with my carelessness. Lack of sleep makes me stupid, or perhaps that’s just me. The reason doesn’t matter (not now, at […]
A quick note from M.M. Carrigan (Editor Grande Supreme of TBQ): Sometimes we tell a collective story. Rejection Letters tells a story of outsiderness, rejection. These stories exist outside TBQ, outside RL, outside any journal. […]