Est. 2008

Est. 2008

Fiction

Act Like a Snit

Dad and I figured the dead cat had spent a full season wedged between tree branch and trunk. We didn’t notice until the leaves...

lark

Whenever Lorean Saint-Pierre gives her history, the first thing she always says is how, when she was five, she made a list of the...

Strange Gifts

We all begged old man Bertrand in turn, sitting in a circle with the smoke between us. But come  Sunday morning there he was again,...

Her Last Time in Dothan

Uncle Otis’ heart is swelling like a balloon. It’ll burst and he’ll die soon, Mama says. Mama talks on the phone to Aunt Loretta...

Prune Yourself, Girlfriend!™

The Garden arrived on a heatsick summer evening, Mom charging to intercept the mailman at the edge of our scraggled, sun-brittled lawn. She was...