These were rowdy and ill-behaved children, and we didn’t belong here, Sissy and I decided. I was holding my breath and clutching an old greeting…
Daddy and the other men from the neighborhood came splash- ing down the creek toward our house, Daddy carrying Sissy in his arms and she…
When I visit Christine, she shows me her braid. French, nouveau for the time, her mother’s work. We talk for a while. She calls her…
She was tired of people asking where she’s from. It was a question, she’d decided, that was both too strange and too familiar. There were…
Your mom asks you to latch eye and hook around her neck. A string of little white moons rests against her breasts. Luna. Eclipse. Breathe—…
When the gravity went, I rushed to the bedroom, I leapt from the doorway and reached for her hand, reached as the picture frames lifted…
VOLUME 8 NUMBER 2 Michael Alessi, Piyali Bhattacharya, Chelsea Biondolillo, Chelsea Margaret Bodnar, Wyatt Bonikowski, Jean-Luc Bouchard, Justin Brouckaert, Michael Credico, Mark Gabriel Dee, Matthew…
The moon fell from the sky last Tuesday. I rolled her into the shed and gave her some water. Thank you, she said. Don’t you…
There are twelve students in each flash fiction workshop I teach at Emerson College in Boston. What is very different about this class in contrast…
Through exercise, through activity, direct the writer’s eye and mind: the entire world as structure. Not Freytag, not three act, not two realist characters, enter…