by Laura Khoudari 1. I tap purchase ticket with a flourish and declare, “something different,” to myself. My vocal cords strain against my feigned enthusiasm. I don’t go to the Upper East Side of New York anymore. It’s not a rule that I don’t go; it’s a choice I make again and again. It’s hard …
by Patty Somlo I can picture a rustic cabin, its once dark wood bleached by the sun. The small square structure with faded cedar siding sits at the edge of a black volcanic cliff, overlooking a windswept, white sand beach. Gray clouds scurry across the sky while rays of sunlight sneak through to brighten the …
Clearing my mind on the quay as gulls swoop and dive and ships unload. There I divest myself of my cargo of memories, offering them freely to all takers not already invested in heartache, but curious to learn how much one can bear, to serve for them as a warning, a precaution. …