Green Sleeves Under the Mermaid by Gay Degani
A heatwave smothers Texas like a ten-gallon hat so I abandon the three fans rotating in the apartment and speed out the door, my Dallas Stars tee-shirt as damp as warm teabags.
Hands Off by Jason Jackson
Ben sits in the back of the car, chewing popcorn so it squeaks against his teeth, and little Janey sits up front, sucking on a peach.
Three Micros by Pat Foran
Dear Apollo C. Vermouth: I heard “Miss Daisy Hawkins” recently at a Red Lobster in Clear Lake, Iowa.
Flake by Lucien Desar
Up far above, I was worthless and small. Bouncing from cloud to cloud, the cold winds carried me for miles.
Helen Keller Lives by Leonora Desar
I am not special either. Maybe this is why she chose me. She said, you are going to help convince them that I’m real. We go to protests. Rallies.