Peach Fuzz by Chris Yeoh
When he started to grow peach fuzz on his face, he led himself around the world by his chin. He would proudly thrust it forward across the thresholds of rooms and into…
When he started to grow peach fuzz on his face, he led himself around the world by his chin. He would proudly thrust it forward across the thresholds of rooms and into…
Birthdays can be heart breaking. Especially when watching children, unskilled in courteousness, open clothes they don’t like. You learn to smile through the ‘Groovy Chick’ t-shirts that you had graduated from two…
It was the shouting that pulled Omolara back from the edge of sleep. A woman’s voice, pleading and cajoling; a young girl, clawing breathlessly for words; men’s voices, harsh and mocking; a…
Father Stuart told me to sit on the organ bench and face the wall calendar. This month’s photo was one of Jesus making the sign of the cross, his heart emitting rays…
Every Saturday I visit you, but first I shower. Hot water washes away the dull ache of Friday as I scrub the week from my skin. My fingers brush my hidden folds.…
“Me, too.” Agnes cups her palm ‘tween her thighs, raises her elbow and stands on her toes, making O’s out of her eyes and mouth. I don’t know if I should laugh…
New I’m in a jazz bar on a Tinder date. He’s shorter than he said; nice, but short. After two Cosmopolitans I buy him a drink. It’s polite and necessary as this…
The rumble of the car’s wheels on a fast road. The muted voice of Gerry Rafferty emanating from the speakers in the front, though at that age I wouldn’t have known it…
“I don’t want to go to school today!” My 3-year-old affixes herself to my leg, all wide eyes and downturned mouth, the hair at the back of her head snarled from sleep.…
She began with a wide sweeping declaration of brush on canvas. “There.” She said, somehow satisfied with that bold start. “It’s a green streak.” “Wait.” I was eleven, waiting wasn’t my forte…
They lock eyes in the parking lot of the farmer’s market. Or it was more like she locked eyes with his tattoo sleeve. On his muscular forearm, a golden yellow sun rises…
‘Human beings will be happier, not when they cure cancer or get to Mars, but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again.’ Kurt Vonnegut * Sixteen miles west of Uluru,…