Tag Archives: Love

Long Ago

Long Ago

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Greta March brought Evan up for one last tryst. Years had passed since they’d seen one another. Now everything was different. It wasn’t quite the end yet, but she was beginning to betray a deeper degree of illness—a general thinning of figure, feature, and voice. She wanted to see the lake house alone this last time.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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In which we remember Chuck Kinder with madcap glee. Hey Honeymooners!more

A Pound of Flesh

A Pound of Flesh

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The physical metamorphosis of healing.more

Two-Step

Two-Step

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I might be making a mistake, but at some point you have to be ready to look foolish. I watch you step on beat, watch Shane spin you and smile. more

Insurance Against Extinction

Insurance Against Extinction

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Lee flashed to his claustrophobic apartment as it was during stay-at-home orders. Greasy take out containers, alcohol, the constant ticker of death tolls on CNN, and the revolving door of frightened, horny, women. Like Bono, he technically had enough to keep him alive. He was going through the motions of breeding in captivity.more

Candles And Petals

Candles And Petals

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He was a mama’s boy with a mouth full of trash. more

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

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If you’re willing to pay for it, in that part of the country you can have a person’s entire bedroom set along with all their clothes incinerated with the body. more

Mermaid and Seaworm

Mermaid and Seaworm

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She said her hair was red as blood, and he said it already was the color of a penny and he liked to picture it the way it was.more

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

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At the final word he looks sad, perhaps recalling his first love (jam), but his observation lingers across the sticky plastic table and your children, at once, come to a realization that all is not right in their world. That their parent is either a liar or, worst, fraudulent.more

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

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I reach for your hand, but you pull away, sweat splattering across the ground. You shoot me a questioning look and I pretend to read about how ostriches don’t actually stick their heads into the ground. It shouldn’t be a big deal. But it’s hot and I hate the zoo. Maybe, I should just smilemore