by Adam Lock For more than twenty years, the only time Loralie had sex was when someone died. Like when Sheila, an old school friend, was hit by a motorbike. She invented the death of a second cousin to test her theory; Arthur consoled her and they made love. The sex noises from next door begin at ten o’clock. They’re Read More
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Masters
by Gale Acuff When I can’t fall asleep I think about my dog, Caesar, run over long ago – thirty-two years it’s been: I spend the night at a friend’s house. My father picks me up next day, and, halfway home, at a yield sign, where Post Oak Tritt runs into Sandy Plains, Son, your dog was hit by a Read More
Cliché in Blue
by Juliette Sebock He hates cliché, so it makes sense that we’re anything but. No Romeo, no Juliet, a rose is just a rose and the violets stay purple, never blue. Then again, neither are we— blue, that is. How could I be blue when I’m standing with you? As a matter of fact, I’m happy as a clam. Your Read More
Sex
by Marissa Glover Sex is a lonely word. Warning us we will not last, ex is part of the spelling. Ex-lovers, ex-friends, ex-together, sex is the punctuation at the end of our sentence – a question mark your exit answers, an exclamation point that shuts the book of our story. Sex should be misspelled. Marissa Glover is a teacher and Read More