Bermuda grass is a weed, in my mind. Something unwanted, with a root system extending 35 feet down into the bowels of the wash that runs through my neighborhood. A friend told me this, with a sad smile, when I mentioned to her that I pull it. … Read More Bohemian Rhapsody–with Grubs | Kirsten Voris
My sister has been to Vauxhall. Of course she has. She’s been everywhere in London. When she was drunk one night, she told me what men do together on the dark and winding paths of the pleasure garden.… Read More The Pleasure Garden | Adam McOmber
What happens inside this high school classroom is the one thing she promises never to write about. … Read More Everything That Falls into the Explanatory Gap | Kristina Moriconi
Eddie brushes his teeth with the bathroom door open, watching the television in the living room. “Sixth inning,” Vince Scully says. “Full count, nobody out.”… Read More Oleander | Mary Camarillo
Walking home around 4PM last fall, I spotted a can in the middle of the sidewalk. Strikingly silver and apparently full, since it wasn’t blown over. No logo, no nutrition facts, no label, only the reflected sun and these words, in shaky black Sharpie: CUM CAN, PLZ DRINK. … Read More Plz Drink | Cameron Martin
