When she got her mail after work, Linda recognized her mother’s familiar script on the top envelope. She gave a sigh, then shuffled it to...

We are tulips and daffodils and roses and petunias. We share borders but have no boundaries. We are all different, yet all the same....

Dreams of silver Echo in your mind Mirrors turned towards an infinite void Cactus pricks of joy leave your skin flushed Memories etched...

The sea roses glob up on the foot of the slab And the driftwood about us has piled in irregular rhythms Remains of not so ancient...

*This short story placed as the 4th runner up of the 2021 Sad Girls Club Short Story Contest **Cowboy Jamboree is the original publisher...

How to Prepare... For this recipe the following ingredients you will need will be: 1.5 cups of pent up anger 2.5 ounces of generational...

White. White tile walls surround my front and sides, a never-ending prison. Their coolness brushes against my naked breasts. My stomach...

When we talk about our mother’s bellies We lay on our backs by the window in spring, watching a crystal prism charged by the sun slowly...

Dear J----- Is it arrogant to say that I died for your wife and kids? Like the Baby Jesus, I repented for your sins. Remember that naked...

My body can’t hold everything inside me. My mind: a twister contained in glass. My skin: that glass jar cracking, I’m a small fish,...

Billy had worked at Johnson’s Drive-In for six years, when along came a blowjob that not only redirected the external circumstances of...

A baby bundled like a human burrito stares at the pizza in my greasy hands and I am embarrassed for thinking a baby will judge the way I...