Dad used to sing about bugs and windshields and fools in love. He’d said that’s what he was, a fool for Mom, that’s why he got mad sometimes.
Flow through the asana. Focus on yourself; let the world melt away. Well, okay, maybe offer her a pacifier.
Sarah saw the stopper in her husband’s neck before detecting the one puncturing her own.
1. I discovered his lifeless body on the dusty bookshelf beside his bowl. I scooped him up and put him in the water where he sank to the bottom. The […]
Eighty-seven times he pulled that bell, once for each year of his father’s life, and the sound echoed from the open-sided belfry to the plains outside, the casino at the edge of them, the buffalo penned nearby.
The girl from the city and the girl from the sticks have far more in common than either of them had with their former not-really boyfriend.
It was in remission for over a year — now we are counting days, hours, minutes.
I worry about so many things, ninety percent of which I will not discuss with my son, no matter how articulate and knowledgeable he is.
Congratulations to Kristen Ploetz, whose story “LifeColor Indoor Latex Paints® — Whites and Reds (R)” in jmww was chosen to appear in Best Microfiction 2019!
We’re thrilled that Thea Boodhoo’s story in jmww, “Surface Tension,” received an honorable mention in the New Millennium Writing Awards.