It was about time to renew summer. Traditionally, a person or a group that had the necessary power would do it. It was unclear why it was done, or who in particular was executing it (because it fluctuated so frequently), or by what mechanism, but miraculously, the job was done consistently, if not entirely predictably.… Read More The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva
When the dog died, I carried his corpse in my arms around the block ’til my running shoes were filled with blood and my toes loaded with blisters. The last time I saw my sister was after the argument that foreshadowed her catapult from the Golden Gate Bridge. I hear her bones cracking in my… Read More Crabs Feasting on Eyeballs by Matthew Dexter
Rituals and reassurances are like a weathervane. And I love you like the way that people love Cheddar Bay biscuits—how that’s a thing; like when you go to Red Lobster just for them. Or the way I can only really eat a meal when I’m re-watching a movie I like. Your right palm has an… Read More Publix Fried Chicken by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella
A dead squirrel was laying in the middle of the sidewalk. Cause of death – unknown. Folks running around on their morning business in sombre palette suits, as per relevant dress codes, for the most part managed avoiding a collision. They weren’t always graceful but pushed one another occasionally, always with an automatic “Oh pardon… Read More The Squirrel Incident by Jenya Doudareva
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