CW: Violence, Sexual assault by Rebecca Klassen That’s the word I used for my word jumble game, the day Dad hurt me, gripping my throat hard, calling me trash. He shut me in the shed in the yard where he always
Photo by Jade B. on Unsplash by Sandra Anfang The summer had started out well enough, he thought. That was months before he felt the tug in his groin that made him think
by Ben Drevlow Yesterday I had to explain to this woman at workshop why my fictional wife would’ve ever married my fictional self and all I could do is shrug.
Photo by Hardini Lestari on Unsplash by Abe Mezrich They named him The Businessman, because of the suit but also because of his swagger. Meowmix pantry he would tell each passerby on the sidewalk. Cattleprow
Photo by Roberto Reposo on Unsplash by Patricia Bidar If I could travel back with you in time, we’d stand side by side on the San Pedro Street overpass, hurling Christmas oranges onto
Photo by Roberto Reposo on Unsplash by Zvi A. Sesling Long nights like knives cut deep and you wake up next to someone whose name you vaguely remember, Judy or Trudy or maybe the
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