It was the summer of '82, my first year at Saint Vincent's. I'd just arrived in the city, a newly minted nurse from the Midwest, and taken an apartment on Perry Street with three other nurses. He was ... [+]
It was the summer of '82, my first year at Saint Vincent's. I'd just arrived in the city, a newly minted nurse from the Midwest, and taken an apartment on Perry Street with three other nurses. He was ... [+]
I Mick, we are in a swamp. Bullrush baited, thick in the thicket, vibrant and violent. We don't ... [+]
Everyone receives gifts they neither need nor want—bath salts for people who only shower, a frilly nightgown wrapped up for someone who sleeps in sweatpants, that 27th tie . . . Sometimes we ... [+]
A long time ago, when the world was new, the night sky was a dark void absent of moon or stars. By day, Helios, the Sun God, filled the sky with light as he raced his chariot around the heavens ... [+]
Dear Editor, Attached is my short story, "Lovestruck." Please publish it in your magazine as I see it becoming a runaway success. Best, Nancy (P.S. It's allegorical.)***Dear Editor, I thank you fo ... [+]
We build our homes From sailors' bones A crown conch amplifies their screams From grooves carved ... [+]
For RichardIt was 1984 and we were pretending to be spies.It was one of those "adult" games that twists your arm to mingle. Our host, David, greeted us at the door with a card that had our assignment ... [+]
It was the splatter of liquid on my face that woke me. Shitty-quality beer, with a taste of loam. Awareness returned as it puddled beneath me, where the tree roots grew against my back. Feet on the ... [+]
The histamine rush from scratching this rash makes me think that there must be some really good ... [+]
Mrs Wallace had to jaywalk to make the bus, which was about to pull away. It wasn't easy. She was overweight and her left knee, which hadn't been feeling so good of late, felt spongey. Breathing ... [+]
I'm a triangle my edges are hard always snagging on the soft, soft world my scars are triangles too ... [+]
There he was, waiting for another train. He was so sick of the subways. Always late. Dirty. Noisy. Flying maniac kids dancing for dollars. Bad musicians. Endless panhandlers. And the so-called ... [+]
Fireworks rupture the smoke gold stars like sky-sealed approval burst trickle down green triangles ... [+]
"Do you like Sunshine Bear?" Becca scowls down at her white shirt emblazoned with a smiling bear—at the long, bony finger inches away from her skinny chest. "It's Funshine Bear," she says. She ... [+]
She ties on her daughter's wings made notof wax, leather, eagle feathers, but ofpaper, ribbon, glue ... [+]