Fiction

Twenty-Seven

I ask her. I hold the phone beneath my chin. I am standing in my kitchen, looking down at the sink full of plates. Our house is a hundred years old and there is no dishwasher, except me. My husband heated up something tomato-y before he left for... more »

Short Short

Sugar Cone

"Who said you could have ice cream?" He picks up Johnny and carries him to the porch and squirts him hard with the waterhose. Johnny's skin shakes and turns red and his shoe falls off, he screams but gets quiet when his father covers his mouth and... more »

Poetry

3 Poems

Lower Goat Lane OK. Two grannies sitting in the Copper Kettle sharing a rolly the size of a cheroot, locked in something that could be dispute. ... more »

Nonfiction

Invisible War

My husband Dima rattled his keys in the locked side door to our kitchen. With a sharp intake of breath, our two-year-old exclaimed, “Daddy!” I smiled with the sound of his childish zeal. Giggles rang like bells as little Vitka toddled to the... more »

Criticism

The N-Word

That you and I even understood the phrase “nappy-headed ho”—that such a phrase instantly conjures up a certain picture for us – is a sign of how deep the problem runs. more »

Featured Artwork

3 Pieces