Herd, as in to keep together by Eilise Norris
The cows gather closely one week in September. Diana has been experimenting with bunches of carnations for her daughter’s wedding, rotating each stem from one brightly-dyed water to the next to create…
The cows gather closely one week in September. Diana has been experimenting with bunches of carnations for her daughter’s wedding, rotating each stem from one brightly-dyed water to the next to create…
Scooping pennies off wet concrete is the way I keep myself fed. The local fountain sees its share of wishmakers every so often – particularly on holidays, where little girls wish for…
My boys have been good to me, finally, but not as good as I want them to be. They never listen to me when it comes to letting me leave the house.…
She stands in the hallway calling the name ‘George’ in the middle of the night in a pink dressing gown, holding a tumbler of wine. She walks back in the room and…
It was only meant to be a bit of fun. We traced our shadows on the wall, laughing at the shape of our noses, the jut of our chins, the spill of…
I roll down the window and let the wind blast in. It roars over the murmur of the radio, makes my hair dance wild. Trees line the road – tall plumes, black…
They are often in tears when they arrive; driven wild by pain. As they take a seat in the waiting room, I peek through a crack in the door, noting the pale…
“When you’re happy and you know it, wag your tail!” my students sang at me, not entirely in jest. Waking up one day with a tail hasn’t been exactly the worst thing…
There’s enough to go around, we tell the little ones at mealtimes. But there’s not enough of anything to go around. There’s not even enough mothers to go around; not enough arms,…
“Look what I made.” Alyssa held up a black jumpsuit. It looked tight. Daniel shook his head. “No fucking way I’m putting that on.” “A superhero needs a costume, babe. It’s like…
When I think of you, I remember that teenaged girl in her too-short skirt and laddered tights I used to sit with in biology class. We would sit at the back on…
Louise stirred the tea in endless circles. The spoon looked like a glistening silver oar getting lost in an amber cyclone. Did she stir with the current or against it? It was…