I Will Teach the Prairie How to Dance by Michael Grant Smith
As a child I believed the aged were born old. I wondered if trees created wind by beating the air with their leaves. One evening I asked my father which…
As a child I believed the aged were born old. I wondered if trees created wind by beating the air with their leaves. One evening I asked my father which…
Millie is smattered and smacked in the sea like lacey lingerie in a heavy load of denim. The salty water stings her lips and prickles her thighs. She emerges, heaving…
‘Do I wear anything underneath?’ she called through the door of the changing room. ‘Nah. But keep your knickers on for now.’ Gail slipped out of her knickers, then stepped…
Not long after she leaves, you’re outside, overall-clad, painting the fence. Doesn’t matter about the colour now, but you fought hard for Gunmetal over Sandy Beige. It feels good to…
He’s a hermit on an unfathomable pilgrimage to an unknown shrine. He lost his faith a lifetime ago, found a new one with no church or written doctrine, but he…
For an awkward teenage boy, a gap in a fence can be the thing that makes the difference. Not the sort of gap you could squeeze your body through, but…
He always slammed the stairwell door behind him. The only one of six residents to do so – announcing his anger into their tranquil spaces. His behind-the-wheel frustrations, a soiled,…
G. I. Jane (1997) I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself, says Al Pacino. He’s a distorted shadow in my apartment building, a grey ghost behind frosted glass.…
At dawn, another van with girls comes in and Sister Agnes takes them onto the back veranda, branding them with a tattoo iron, warning them roundly not to scream. Then…
Whenever the LTD station wagon pulled up behind a bread truck, or it could’ve been a milk truck or some other kind of delivery vehicle, in one city or another…
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We were hanging out at Jordan’s house Friday night, playing video games, eating fast pizza his mom picked up after she got off work. His dad always wore a beefy…