We pulled apart the dried up wishbone on the last day of August after our bags were packed for parting. Time ebbed and flowed through …
It Was a Wednesday by Olivia Punch
I lit my cigarette, left the front door open and stood on the porch the kitchen light spilled onto my bare feet and I watched …
When the Sunflowers Face the Sun by Olivia Punch
We left the house, barefoot, not worrying about splinters the porch could give. The gravel footpath wrapped around the house and nearly pierced our calloused …
Grandfather by Olivia Punch
You came to the house with the rest of the family, sporting your usual smile white, fixed dentures. The moist air snuck in with you …
Polaroid by Olivia Punch
We looked like giants standing alongside the mountains. Your hands hugged my hips as the corners of your lips curled up into a crescent of …