I’ve got this house in the desert. They won’t find us there. You can wear a rose in your hair. Tomorrow is close, still small, still inert.
Welcome to Zan Xlemente, Zalifornia by Michael Shay
My daughter M went to a nuthouse in San Clemente and all I got was this lousy metal keychain with CALIFORNIA writ large the blue of the sea under a gold-and-orange/red sun.
Basic Rules for Party People by Margaret Spilman
The trick is finding who to be like. It’s a natural inclination to admire those loud, flinging their arms up types, those who like how their own voice tastes.
Primary Colors by Zac Locke
You stand before a platter of all the cheeses you could want. Swiss semi-soft and Parmigiano-Reggiano. Manchego from Spain and Basque Bleu.
Wrapping Kevin by Tiff Holland
It was his last wish, to be a mummy.
THE STORIES by Jenny Hayes
She tells them so often. I know them all by heart. If the Brady Bunch comes up in conversation, Celeste will always mention how she and Anna wanted to form a band called the Bloody Bradies, with everyone dressed like the Brady kids after a massacre.
Questions by Cezarija Abartis
Keep your courage up, Paula once rather pompously advised her mother. Mother had been in the middle of a crying jag, which careened into a rant.
Nocturne by Sarah Ann Winn
Our little one runs around the sky without thought of finding a friend. Typical of only children, she does not always play well with others.
Smart-Alecs by Gary Fincke
Miss Hartung’s desk was in the back of the room so she could keep an eye on us.
The Dog House Association Rules by Leigh Allison Wilson
The ruckus began when the Beagles moved into the neighborhood. On that very first day the extended Beagle family gathered around the For Sale sign on their new front lawn.
Essential Smell by Peter Wortsman
Of late he had begun to smell like boiled potatoes.