Day 24 Sarah discovered that she was pregnant with her first child on the day that she found a rat dropping in the hallway of her home. When she told…
They say—what do they say? That we look just alike or nothing alike. They cannot agree. Always shouting though, no matter how unsure they are, trading us like firecrackers, inspecting…
The witch was hungry. She had been hungry for as long as she could remember. The centuries folded themselves over and over like the dough she was currently folding into…
After a teen runs into me. After, without words, the Gardening attendant scoops up shards of adobe blown aisle-wide. After she smiles in a double-shift way and offers the pot…
We say this, she’s a monster, meaning his wife, girlfriend, or the bride-to-be, he’s a monster, meaning a man good in bed or a puppy that chews our leather sandals to…
When they crammed me into clothes, dropped me at the school, unceremoniously, with all the other little beasts. I knew the jig was up. I knew this wasn’t going to…
He plucks your shin bones from your flesh and presses them between his fingers until he can dust his garden with what was once you. His inventory: 1. The poppies.…
Get up! Get up! She’s gone! —Glinda the Good Witch, The Wizard of Oz Thinking sunlight or scrub would erase the cologne from scarves and coats I gathered, this piled…
I can conjure your voice like a ventriloquist with the chords of my brain -throat: before there was the internet—radio-stereos only played tapes. We’re a tape in the glove compartment,…
There is a paper little house with a paper little man. He has a wife and when they make love, there is the scritch scratch of paper rubbing against one…
Gingerbread House Lit Mag 