A Taste for Blood by Seanna Pratt
It was another summer where I was waiting to find him, the sparkling apparition. All wide eyed, shoulders like concrete. They said I was wrong …
Windowsill by Karen Draper
It’s cloudy here, and I’m not sure I feel real. Coffee never tastes the same twice, and there is always a part of my body …
Dropped like Keys by Georgia Ladd
It is a terrible thing to lose the soul; dropped like keys. To be resurrected in the middle of the street, your chest concave, …
Enter the Queen with her hair about her ears by Joseph Mills
In second grade, she cut her hair, taking the blunt art class scissors and squeezing off a thick lock in the middle of her forehead. …