Six weeks after giving birth, one morning Beth lacked the strength to lift a hair dryer. Soon tugging a diaper tab spiked piercing pain. Her immune system assaulted her muscles. A drug cocktail restored her somewhat but with cruel side effects. Meanwhile, a book about the disease offered this on page two: “A good carpenter can extend the doorways in your house to accommodate the wheelchair.”… Continue Reading
Two new stories from Wilson Koewing… Continue Reading
I had been in and out of different therapist’s offices, each one telling me the same thing after I had emptied my soul out to them. I gave up on their useless advice. It never helped me. I went home and cried over a childhood that wasn’t all that bad.… Continue Reading
“This next piece shall be about silence,” he said. “A pure and simple quietude.”… Continue Reading
Humans are the simplest sum of their biggest fault.… Continue Reading
I’ve written it a thousand times and never gotten any further. My father is a murderer. My father is a murderer. We haven’t seen each other in two decades but it repeats in my head like a mantra I cannot shake. If half of me is him and he is a murderer, what did I inherit? Who am I if I am some of him?… Continue Reading
What you will never know is how often I replay that night at the bar, how I re-invent the storyline so that it ends with you and me driving wildly somewhere, parking, laughing at our indiscretion, your hands everywhere, your silence, your noise, our giddiness afterwards.… Continue Reading
When the mills closed we made great efforts to forget our wealth but it was like someone had died.… Continue Reading
Neil watches the train cars speed past. Empty seats lit in garish white fluorescent lights. Then he sees it. Or thinks he sees it. A fight. Fifteen, twenty men in a carriage. Violent action passing almost too quickly to register. The train is gone.… Continue Reading
Aaron was the one who was married, who wanted to be discreet. Brice was the one who was new to town, who wanted to make friends. Chris was the one who posted photos of his chest and arms, never his face. Doug was the one who posted photos of everyone, of his brother, niece, cat.… Continue Reading