Mirror, Mirror… Part 2
Three nights passed and still no images. On the fourth night, however, they came back. She saw herself at school; older, maybe 12? She was eating her…
Creative Works
translated by Xela H. Giving Birth to Poems She read poem after poem at night, feeling her lust and orgasms between the lines. When she woke up the…
Tariq
She didn’t seriously consider murder, a more problematic option than a simple separation, if ending 15 years together could be simple. Perhaps…
Night Club
There is a feeling of nothing when the tide has gone out and the barge tips on its side as if felled. The side of the embankment---grey and red…
The Power of the Hand
The metallic buzz of the alarm pierced the dark room, snapping my eyes open and causing me to gasp as if someone had poured cold a cup of cold water…
Never Meet ‘Em
“You seem like a really nice kid and so I don’t want to give you the two hour rant that’s just the extended Sparknotes version of ‘never give up on…
Mirror, Mirror… Part 1
Evelyn woke up to the sunlight streaming through her small dirty window. She pulled the thin blanket up tighter to her neck, her legs already close…
Brotherly Love
Her head had cracked against the cement floor and she believed her life had come to an end. Her mind plummeted in a tailspin down a black well. In…
At the Top of the 106
He had paid to be in the Pink Room, more francs than the Mess Hall---a larger room downstairs, so nicknamed because of the chaos that happened there.…
Conflict Resolution
Eyes blazing, we stared one another down, each waiting for the other to falter. All the yelling, accusations and disappointment from our actions…
