Roaring Twenties by Kathryn Aldridge-Morris
She remembers the vodka-clear starts of nights. Leggings, suede jackets and crimping hair, her sister separating strands.
Your Brother’s Medium by Gail Anderson
Encaustic: hot wax tinted with pigment, and each week as you step through the door of his studio, breathing bees, balancing your basket of cleaning things and trying not to see the dark stain on the wooden floor, you understand a little more.
Motion to Present the Defendant’s Pinterest Boards as Evidence by Jo Gatford
Tealights and wedding favors. Chalkboards and house rules.
In this house we smile and we smile and we do not let it slip.
The Middle-Aged Mothers Fantasize About Christine’s Dating Life by Kate Faigen
They take the train to Christine’s downtown apartment. They hold martinis and drink up her tales, every delectable word.
Scars by Suzanne Hicks
We were never young like the other neighborhood kids. We were old like we had our own house key and knew how to boil noodles that we ate for dinner.