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Writer’s Choice

Reflections on Love and Loss

Here is nourishment, we tried to say, here is something to sustain the lives remaining, the hearts that still beat..

Old Dog, New Tricks

As soon as Alan Baker walked through the door, he knew he was in trouble. There was a less-than-subtle sign…

feu.

The smoke doesn’t choke me anymore. I took the hell you made for me and made it home…

Shilling

Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…

Sometimes I Feel Like Chernobyl

I wanted to plug my ears. I wanted to run away. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me…

head held in hand

Sorry

I can’t do this. I can’t parent without him. I can’t hold this family together. I am failing them. I am failing everyone.

An Ode (Apology) to My Lungs

Some catalyst would send my heart racing, my lungs suddenly too large for my rib cage. Mouth glued to a vaporizer…

The Cats

The man lying on the hospital bed knows that he is dying. Beside him, the heart monitor stutters, falters, returns to a steady pace once more, each time the rhythm slower.