A Violence by Sheleen McElhinney

A Violence by Sheleen McElhinney

On the day my father had his open heart surgery, they cracked him apart like a wishbone, pried him open like a lobster tail. A gloved surgeon on either side digging in and pulling away with heft, my father a lush pomegranate halved. His very sweetness oozing onto the...
January by Jason Irwin

January by Jason Irwin

They say it will end badly—this happily-ever-after we’ve created out of a truckload of books & kitchenware,second-hand chairs & yellowed photographs. The present, they say, is all that matters,but how did we arrive here; & what of the past— those dark...