October, 2010
Aubade: A Revision
This is not about the issue of Playboy you stored beneath the hospital bed, or about the phone booth where I found you years later, or even about your room near campus in a house I saw only once. No, this is about you prying the bark from my headlight and refusing to share the twin bed.
by Elizabeth Wade | Read story
My American Self
My guinea pig is American. It might be funny to think about it that way but he lives in a cage in America, which is in my house, which is also in America.
by Lydia Conklin | Read story
