![1970s](https://gooseberry-pie.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/09/getty-images-0y8S7MOQ_iU-unsplash-3.jpg)
Swingers Circa 1972
Unsplash+ by Jamy Bond I watched the party through a crack in the door of the foyer closet, my favorite hiding spot, where the scratchy
Unsplash+ by Jamy Bond I watched the party through a crack in the door of the foyer closet, my favorite hiding spot, where the scratchy
Photo by Skyler Ewing, Pexels.com by Mileva Anastasiadou The King of Hearts is dragging me down the rabbit hole, because he needs more pawns, more
Photo by Donny Jiang on Unsplash by Jess Golden Over at The Elephant, ten dollar entrance fee, floor sticky as a gumdrop, a basementful of people are nursing beer bottles,
Photo by Dan Meyers on Unsplash by Phebe Jewell The dead man can’t be bothered to show at his funeral. Sure, they’ll put his body in the ground,
Photo by Sheila Swayze on Unsplash by Guy Biederman You open the curtains and two quarter horses are waiting for you, staring at you through the window, their
Photo by Jsme MILA by Guy Biederman “If you can’t smoke in heaven, I’m not going,” she says. “Maybe there’s a smoking section. It is
Photo by Anete Lusina/pexel.com by Guy Biederman We’re ordering in medicinals, flipping through Netflix, and munching on pizza. A hint of pink sky beckons through
Photo by Freepix by Meg Tuite Once, when there was a pause in life, the midst of summer unfolded a ketamine journey. Shed its numb
Photo by Ayyeee Ayyeee/pexel.com by Nora Nadjarian Early that morning we entered the pasticceria next to the bus stop and pointed at the cannoli – do you remember you
Photo by Freepix by Pat Foran I am not afraid, she said. I am not fantasy bonded (fantasy my ass), I am not trauma bonded
Copyright © 2023 Gooseberry Pie Lit Magazine All Rights Reserved.