Dear Son, I’m watching a baseball game. The Dodgers are leading the Brewers, 5-2. It’s the seventh inning. When you were little, you didn’t like watching baseball games. You said baseball was boring. Endless. Every […]
Category: Nonfiction
Linger (Jaya Wagle)
On winter weekend mornings, my sister and I hauled four woolen razais, bound in white muslin—our backs bent with the weight and the breadth and the length—out to the balcony of our house. We spread […]
God (Danielle Chelosky)
I wait for you to come to the door. I used to count how many seconds it took for you to get to the bottom of the stairs. It was around 36, or maybe half […]
All my son wanted for his birthday was a toilet piñata (Sheldon Birnie)
Sure, he also had “sword (a real one)” and “bb gun” on the list, but come on. He’s five. I suppose we probably shouldn’t be encouraging such crudity. But fuck it, 2020 right? Couldn’t throw […]
You Got Beasted Last Night (Kath Gerobin)
So, you smashed your head right into your phone, hoping you’d remember to pull up your defenses. It was a gun game, you get shot. Hide behind a wall, car, a dumpster. Yes, run into […]
The Last Good Thing (Elyse Hauser)
There comes a time in every failing relationship when all the good things get filtered out and all that’s left are the shitty things plus the habit of staying together. That’s what happened to us. […]
Nachos Supreme (Michele Feltman Strider)
Mornings were a struggle. Feed the cats, walk the dogs, get her up and dressed and out of the door in time for her appointment. Sometimes he skipped breakfast, too busy sorting pills and pouring […]
A Map Home (S. R. Schulz)
We hike to the top of the mountain. My Son connects the land and sky. He presses his palms into the grass until they’re imprinted. He turns them up to me. Rivulets dance across his life and […]
Canals (Wilson Koewing)
Before leaving Amsterdam, I stopped by a canal hugging the red-light district. I sat against a tree and let my feet hang over the edge. I’d enjoyed a spliff at a shop not far away […]
