Creative Nonfiction: The Sweet-Sweet Bad-Bad Thing by Wendy Newbury
Her cousins tease about the sweet-sweet bad-bad thing.
Her cousins tease about the sweet-sweet bad-bad thing.
I met my father-in-law Burt cleaning his shotgun at the kitchen table, each piece laid on a white towel.
I invite you to read these literary infinities and come back to the question: Do you crave more of the beyond?
Sita in Exile is a story about what it means to exist in different forms, or to feel forced to choose between different iterations of being.
You terrify me in your zebra striped, high cut bikini.
Allegra’s hearing is excellent, considering. Plasticity, the doctor called it.
We can bury her here, on the mountain.
We both remember what it was like alone, even though that is ancient history as well.
I never really worry my mother will kill herself.
She says we’ll know when the time is right.