Hold Steady Against the Tide
The lilac cyclamen on Rosemary’s windowsill unfurled from its miserable droop as she stepped into the room and softly closed the door. She greeted each of her plants individually…
Falsifiable
The walls of his bedroom swim away in a rippling inhalation. The off-white paint is swallowed by a shimmering wash of blues, the posters sea-tossed like fragile sailboats.
To his left hangs a clock: it reads ten minutes past eleven…
6-Minute Quiz: What Percentage Monster Are You?
The problem with latent traits that may or may not emerge between the ages of eleven and thirty-five is I spend a lot of time wondering if I might be a monster.
It’s a big deal. But also not. Rather, it isn’t supposed to be a big deal, because monstrous traits emerge in lots of people…
Chicken and Barley Casserole
The casserole has been in the fridge for five days. I think it arrived on the day before the funeral, or maybe someone brought it after the wake—I can’t count the days since I buried my mother under six feet of dirt but I know that for five mornings in a row I’ve opened the fridge door and looked at the casserole….
Beatrice Morgan 