“I would hate me too, if I were you,” the boy said to the spaghetti. “Let’s pretend that this is all new, all fresh, that nothing bad has ever happened, that we are meeting just now for the first time.”… more
Writer: Rebekah Morgan
Dor
FICTION by Rebekah MorganIn Romania they had a word for this feeling of not quite belonging and feeling nostalgic for something maybe you ain’t really experienced and this great longing feeling—dor. We don’t have a word for that here in the Deep South. It’s just a lifestyle here.… more
Animals Maul Me
FICTION by Rebekah MorganSometimes you can watch hearts break in public if you know what you’re lookin’ at. I saw a boy eat spaghetti. He ate like a tiger, like a toad, like a firefly. His eyes bulged out of his head and he held his fork so delicately, it was as if he was scared it might break. … more
