Game Over by Victoria Buitron

Wearing white is like carving a bullseye on our bodies, inviting men to spray us just so they can peek at our nipples or the floral etches of our bras,…

Bedtime Stories by Hannah Storm

Every night, my little boy repeats the same things before we leave his room. ‘Cuddle and kiss before you go to bed.’ He tugs my arm towards him, neither of…

Girl Fight by Will McMillan

The flesh on his arms, like an overripe banana, peels as I drag my nails upward. Ribbons of crimson appear – thin, jagged trails on his skin. He doesn’t just…

Carpet Burn by Wilson Koewing

Maybe it had been six months since I followed you out west. Maybe it had been nine. We lived in the little apartment overlooking main street in that sleepy mountain…

Heartbeat by Samantha K Mosca

He lays across my shins. An odd spot for sure, but he’s a toddler, so everything he does is a bit odd, a bit exploratory, a bit like something I…

The Ick by Lucy Harbron

I remember when he slept in my bed, more nights than not, for four months. His evening routine was more meticulous than mine, a feat that was impressive on good…

The Matter of Us by Sophie Kelly

It is not, as it so often seems along these seams of you and I, what is the matter with us but rather, what is the matter of us that…

Oh Lord by Jude Higgins

Oh Lord of On-going Challenges, I knowest not who thou art but in this time of plague and lockdown, wherefore hast thou bestowed a commercial power washer upon the man…

The Sweater by T.J. Butler

“I’m on the fence about this one,” my husband says. He looks at me and tugs at the neckline of a navy and turquoise striped sweater. I shake my head…

Telekinesis by Tiffany Jimenez

She doesn’t take stock in this moment until years later once she’s already married him. The high school library is the size of her current-day apartment. The aisles between the…