Fiction

The Girl’s Piano

The girl, fourteen, sat at the piano in her pajamas. The wind outside shook the screens in the windows and…

Fiction

Narratology

The story’s been going around forever, but it always peaks after prelims, and there are whispers in the bookstores and…

Fiction

The Summer with No Mosquitoes

I’m about to make a left turn into the YMCA on Spears Road. The traffic light turns red. I hate…

Poetry

A proposition

Just for the day, let’s pretend that you don’t know me and I don’t owe you. We’ll happen upon each other like guests at the inn’s central table…

Poetry

May (vs. Might)

The calendar page, unturned, Reads April. How long would it take the others to notice? Am I the only one…

Poetry

We Come to Medina

We come to Medina. We come to nostalgia, the memories we hold and the arms that neglected us when we…