Before the asteroid hits, we pack up the car. Swimsuits and sun hats, coloring books, a fully stocked diaper bag, though the toddler is almost potty trained—another week or two and she would’ve had it. The pills you stole from the med room at work, just in case. Trail...
Photo by Karin Hedetniemi Lately, I’ve been feeling a strong pull, a soul desire. This morning, I lace up the hiking shoes I’ve only ever worn locally, retracing the streets of my neighbourhood in looping solitude. But I set out in a new direction. After...
I knew it inside out – the baroque castle Schönbrunn with its waving angels on the roof, and the castle gardens with their straight paths and sharply cut hedges. I knew the crunching sound made when the little pebbles rubbed against my shoes when I walked towards the...
Something about a competitive man, or woman, let’s just call it a person because there are all sorts of them these days and there always have been, they’ve just been hidden more or less, but anyway, something about this kind of person makes you feel pressed for time,...
Photo by Sean D Silva, GNU Free Documentation License, via Wikimedia Commons A woman in a pink kurta settles in the seat next to mine, stirs, and stretches her legs. My writhing desire for a hunk occupying a space this close is now crushed. Standing right before me in...
“Cribstone bridge to Bailey Island” by WorldIslandInfo.com is licensed under CC BY 2.0 Rose awoke that morning in midcoast Maine to a fog that covered the streets and blanketed the homes: a fog so thick that breathing felt closer to swimming or drowning in...
