Where We’re Going, We Won’t Need A Map by Amanda McLeod
The diagnosis is like having someone punch you in the face, when all along you thought they were aiming for your gut. The doctor is still talking, spouting words like ‘long term…
The diagnosis is like having someone punch you in the face, when all along you thought they were aiming for your gut. The doctor is still talking, spouting words like ‘long term…
Nerys sits at her table in the window, knitting mechanically with pin-thin fingers and squinting at the world through wire-rimmed glasses. Propped up in front of her is a sign. It reads…
When you revisited your old neighborhood, all that remained of the past was space proximate to a missing home. Powerlines sagged and trees wilted—absent your impressions of future comfort food and regret,…
I’m not old enough to have been there when it happened, but I have it on the good authority of my aunt that Circe never actually lifted the enchantment that turned those…
Horse. Orange. Chevrolet. Daisy. Three weeks ago, at the sparkling, remodeled hotel, we decided (against better sense) to ascend the marble staircase. We had been here before, for our honeymoon. The first…
He stands up erect as she approaches the table. She is a vision of sea breeze and morning glory; her stride, a diaphanous runway walk. Subduing a rising blush, he slides out…
They walk around their city wearing those masks that surgeons wear. Four little boys, younger than me with shaved heads, stare right at me out of the telly. I can only see…
Kneeling on the crackling wood of the pier, I lean towards the surface of the water as close as I dare without touching the surface. I squint, peering into the murky waters,…
Before we get where we’re going, you’ll find out about Kurt Cobain. I’ll try to hide it from you, blocking your view of the magazine stand, but you’ll know: the gun pressed…
These are some things you don’t yet know. To suck in your belly. To pull at the flab on your thighs as you stand in front of a mirror and measure the…
Mini nodded in agreement with her mother. Everyone else at school had their name on a necklace or a tee-shirt or a tattoo, her mother said. A neon sign attached to Mini’s…
J, Could you please pick up a few things for me while you’re at the grocery store? They are vital to my survival. I’m not exaggerating. You always think I’m exaggerating, but…