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
Tag Archives: Marriage
To The Man Who Loves My Wife
FICTION by Krista DiamondWhat do you guys do when you’re not having sex? Do you watch television like we did? Is that the faint smell of American Spirits that I sometimes catch the scent of, the bedroom window open to cover it up? Do you ever get too cold sitting up in bed with white sheets covering your naked bodies, puffing on cigarettes?… more
Marriage Laundry
FICTION by Mahdis MarzooghianSam was teetering underneath that fragile leave-stay threshold. She had to make it just past that…… more
Force Equals Mass Times Acceleration
FICTION by Jennifer TodhunterWe talk about death, what it means to lose, but we don’t know how deep a loss can cut yet.… more
This Is Not A Toy!
FICTION by Kristen M. PloetzIt’s when Mitch brings her to Barry and Minnie’s 14th Annual Grillin’ & Chillin’ Cookout that Barry begins to covet. A childish craving, the kind that happens when another’s new plaything renders yours boring and lame and obsolete. He takes her in from behind mirrored shades. The way she laughs at their dumb jokes, like… more
Bittermoon
FICTION by Joel WayneDrunk and jealous in an exotic locale, he wonders: “What’s the opposite of a honeymoon?”… more
You Don’t Get to Do This
FICTION by James YatesThe thoughts wouldn’t leave her head as Cal left for work on Monday, and when Graham wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her up for a kiss as soon as he walked inside the house.… more
Evening Guard
FICTION by Lauren Goodwin SlaughterI should have wrapped my Play-Doh mitts around her taut, Zumba’ed waist. But instead I applied for the lifeguarding gig advertised on a white board at the Y’s front desk.… more
Fur
FICTION by Samuel J AdamsThe doorbell rang and I stepped outside and bloodied my sheepskin slippers in dead squirrel parts. I saw her Volvo speed off, filling the street with the goosey honking of its horn. I wrapped the squirrel carcass in the ruined doormat and tossed both in the trash. I didn’t know what else to do… more
Many Ways to Find Out
FICTION by David BiddleI might have let timidity be my guide had Hannie not started in with her Saturday sojourns. She just started disappearing. I would be in the backyard mowing the lawn or moving boxes into the attic. I would return to the kitchen for something or to make lunch and she would be gone.… more
