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Polyp Trees | Fiction

Polyp Trees | Fiction

Mebba told me once that in the south, Magnolia trees mean something different; to our people, anyway. Their stock and branches, thick and twisted between delicately soft blooms that almost make the trees seem beautiful. Almost. I visit her every summer, but this one...
Where Do We Go From Here? | Fiction

Where Do We Go From Here? | Fiction

Otis scarfed down meatloaf at the Golden Corral before he went home for the day. He was obese. He loved the buffets in Milwaukee, eating at those “All-You-Can-Eat” joints in furtive necessity on most days, like today, after he left work. He knew if he’d only eat...
All About the Context | Nonfiction

All About the Context | Nonfiction

My dad pulls his own teeth. I know, it sounds insane, doesn’t it? What kind of loony do you have to be to pull your own teeth? . . . And maybe it’s a bit of an inaccurate statement. In nature it sounds a little click-bait-y, but it’s mostly the truth. The statement...
The Pain Eater | Fiction

The Pain Eater | Fiction

Frankie’s fingers ran the length of the colonial style piano. There was not a speck of dust on the Honduran mahogany. The picture frames and artifacts resting atop its surface reflected across the gleaming wood, which despite its cleanliness, Frankie would polish...
A Mother’s Gift | Fiction

A Mother’s Gift | Fiction

Auntie Lu was drunk. It was a sloppy, uncontrolled inebriation, a stumble off the edge of propriety rather than a purposeful dive. Not that anyone was here to judge her, not tonight. After all, allowances had to be made when a woman lost her sister. The rest of Vida’s...