Chairhead My sister Blaine shoved her head into a chair in children’s church one time. Wasn’t paying no attention and just got down on the floor and stuck her head right through the back of […]
Category: Nonfiction
Center of Attention (Greg Oldfield)
Dear Paul, I’m sorry I crumpled up your David Robinson rookie card. It was a dick move. I was immature, insecure, manipulatable, and unable to express myself in constructive ways. We were twelve. I still […]
Write About Race (Gauraa Shekhar)
What they want me to write about: how, like every Indian family, mine harbored hope for a fair-skinned daughter. How, they thought of the names in preparation: Arjuni, Divyatha, Gauri. Names, that, in God-fearing Sanskrit, […]
Dear Vivian (Sarah Little)
Dear Vivian, I am not you. You are not me. Not any longer. We spent wasted so much time being the same entity. Your mystique was oh-so-cool, so mysterious, like you’d force people around you […]
Hospital
On my final night in Montezuma, I sprained my ankle navigating ill-lit stairs outside a motel that sat perched on a cliff side. I started to slide off the edge but managed to survive by […]
Independence Day
It was hot, a humid stifling sweltering summer day. Hot enough to drive a man crazy, or in my dad’s case, pack up all his shit and drive off. I watched that truck rumble down […]
That Dead People’s Song
I was getting smoke in my eyes around the campfire when Jeremy and his crew walked past. They were like the lost boys. They stayed in whatever hideout they had, drank stolen beers, and groped […]
Therapy Dog
You wake up in the psych ward to discover that animal therapy day is canceled because the therapy dog has died. *** L Scully (they/them) is a queer writer and double Capricorn currently based in […]
Houston, TX, 2009
Not a word about the man in the crushed-purple-velvet suit, cheetah-print-rimmed fedora—pointing the way towards the post-game-show—with his zirconia topped cane.
Rejection Letters 