Solstice by Jenny Keith

Solstice by Jenny Keith

Nothing but taillights for miles, the red pain receding day by day but still a low throb of grief. My feet are not yet cold. The air blues and cools, a heavy velvet front of cloud descends. This is the end of my waiting, I tell myself day after day. This is the last....
A Story About the Body

A Story About the Body

By Joanna Acevedo Pouring sugar on a cut will make it heal faster, the sugar granules soaking up the moisture that the bacteria would have fed on. I learned from a young age that a man wants nothing more than a woman to listen to him speak, like an empty receptacle he...
Writing and Stuff

Writing and Stuff

THIS IS PROBABLY THE WORST TIME- to launch a Substack. We have three new poetry titles at our fresh squeezed lemonade stand and also Ashley Cowger’s wild collection of short stories On the Plus Side. And we’re warming the wax to bind three others by...
A Lil Sumthin’ by Jennifer Keith

A Lil Sumthin’ by Jennifer Keith

The trapper takes $475 to get squirrels out of our attic.It’s the first summer of the pandemic, and the squirrels have invaded the roof above the second floor through a gap the soffit. I’ve heard them running back and forth in the ceiling for days. I look...
The Suitcase by Steve Denehan

The Suitcase by Steve Denehan

At the end of our road was a streambeside the stream ran a paththat became dirt and lonelyif followed we were especially aimlessone dull summer daywalking the pathfurther than we had walked before until we came upon a suitcasesitting in the middle of the pathas though...