The birds are waiting on frosty fence posts. Marta’s on the uneven path, her cheek resting on the inside of her upper arm, weary of…
I bought all his records, taped his posters to my bedroom wall. Every evening, I’d gaze at his flawless face before switching off the light,…
Come, you said, let’s see the island from afar. Let’s get the boat, two bottles of retsina, pour a libation to the gods. You wanted…
Interview with Kathy Fish
Father said it was Mother’s job. Mother went to get. We waited undertable. Mother came with tools, and Father stood as Mother worked. We could…
You are not your thoughts, she reminds me. Thoughts lead to feelings. She tells me to snap the band on my wrist whenever I think…
She leaked brine for three days solid. When it finally stopped she was different: dissolute, like a cloud emptied of rain. Return to Splonk Issue…
The lake was calmest at night. The days’ riotous winds slowed to soft breaths that quivered through the weeping willows along the shore, and the…
You: ten Regal Kingsize and peppermint Extra. Me: twelve tins of Harp and a bottle of Rumpleminz. That evening at the end of summer, the…
You are supine on our bed, your eyes closed. Outside our bedroom window the moon cuts sharp shadows as if it is not night at…