Don’t Let Them See You
by Anonymous
I will soon be pitching a debut novel, and I want to know how much of an issue my age will be to agents and publishers.
Distance
by Treena Thibodeau
A week before the party, I text my newfound brother and sister about social distancing. The wording has to be right; I don’t want to sound uptight.
If it Wasn’t for You
by Bill Ratner
I’d be a baby without skin, a parrot / without a little soap-shaped food cake, / a truck driver out of a job.
Gospel
by Roy Bentley
I was raised with religion, if you count my granny Potter / reading to me from The King James Bible
Cassandra’s Prophecy to No One in Particular
by Anna Hundert
If you were to think that all love is somehow cosmic or universally anointing, you might think that all love songs are about God.
After That, Try This:
by Christiana Louisa Langenberg
Stare at your reflection in the storefront window. She looks familiar, you think.
I Will Tell You This Much, and Then We’ll Never Talk About It
by April Ford
The flashbacks are harder to handle now that spring’s almost here. They strike when I can’t easily get back to my pandemic bubble of myself and two cats.
Towel Racks
by Wilson M. Sims
And then I was buying gas station beers and cigarettes, because for some reason I wasn’t supposed to show up to rehab sober.
Paper Nests
by Laurel Miram
Pale yellow pads are best. They contrast well with black Sharpies. No one can miss a bumblebee.
Letter to My Coroner
by Christina Litchfield
We meet on a Monday. You hate Mondays because the weekend means car accidents and those are often tricky and unpleasant.