by Frances Tate Check weather forecast. Cast skeptical eyes skyward. Flip a coin. Load washing machine. Finger hovers, nuclear nervous over the start button. Commit… door locks, water rushes. No going back now. Cycle completes. Dozens of socks and smalls damply dangle like chandelier pendants from two, one-hook carousels; the washing line equivalent of a cyclist’s quick-release wheel. I promote Read More
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the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
by Haley Morgan McKinnon my partner makes me my favorite meal and eats plain noodles by the handful as he goeshe tells me if you ever bring a glass cutting board into my house I will break up with youbut he uses it anyway and as he chops garlic into fineness he is focused and he makesthe same face as Read More