Now Hold On by Jess Moody
You are assured that you can pass through. There will be a cost of course. Nothing unreasonable, considering. It is late, she is heavy in your arms, and there is…
You are assured that you can pass through. There will be a cost of course. Nothing unreasonable, considering. It is late, she is heavy in your arms, and there is…
This boy feels for tumors along his neck. Fingers roaming, mapping, little-by-little, he stands before the bathroom mirror, yellow lights making heat crawl, making his skin falter on his bones.…
The man at the farm shop said that black bees with yellow stripes are angry and aggressive, while yellow bees with black stripes are placid and relaxed. An altogether different…
Most recovery narratives depict terrible withdrawals, the feeling like bugs itching your ass, peripheral hallucination insects, a crushing sternal void. Or they’re about guilt, shame, the urgent, hesitant recollection of…
“A place for everything and everything in its place,” our mother would tell us girls. During her daily inspections, she would enter our rooms smelling of disinfectant, a paddle in…
I love this green and (mostly) pleasant land of rolling hills, lakes and dales. I even love the rain, because without it, there wouldn’t be any hills, lakes and dales.…
Too many to count, easy to overlook. For eons, points of light twinkled until they began to disappear unnoticed. Most were faint, played minor roles, seldom featured in constellations. Who…
She was sophisticated in a way we could only hope to mimic. Cigarette smoke hanging languid around her. We on the other hand, had to hide our cigarettes from our…
Left Atrium In our home town, in the nursery where we played and fought like adults. I find it deep in a box of toy cars, remnants of your blood…
For the fourth time this hour, Hallie scrolls down her Instagram feed, “liking” every hyper-filtered picture. The double-tap of her thumb on her phone’s greasy screen sounds like a war…
The Vines held hands as they entered the Paulson’s backyard: Jana struggling in heels; Russell the only man in long pants. “We’re overdressed for a neighborhood BBQ,” Russell said, the…
‘Hey, Suzy. Do you know how long we’ve been going out?’ Al was lying on his front, his knees bent and brush-denim flares flapping away. His bare heels banged against…