I’m at the back of a restaurant in Los Angeles, in a dimly-lit hallway whose floor is made of dark wood that’s been distressed just the right amount, not too old, not too new, like a T-shirt from Urban Outfitters…
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Filling the Void, Breathing Something Empty, by Peter Harrison
The way home was filled with reminders of why things couldn’t be. He looked over at her as she stared out the window, head leaned up against the door, breath leaving a light fog on the glass. He clenched the…
Read the Books You’ve Always Meant to Read, by Amanda Oliver
March is National Reading Month. One, Frisco Library, shared this poster from the Work Projects Administration Poster Collection for Library of Congress from 1941: I have been sitting and staring at a blank word document for hours at a time…
A Couch Therapy Session with Brandi, the Muska Family Dog, by Scott Muska
“Hey Miss Brandi!” I say. “RUN AND GET IT. DUH! Next question please.” “OK, right. That’s your instinct—to go in the direction I threw the ball. But you know how sometimes I mess with you and my arm looks like…
Just Deserts, by Sarah Sypniewski
My friend Sue and I had come out to Mojave National Preserve to do some camping, hiking, and cycling. Neither of us had been here before, and we were looking forward to “the desert solitude” it boasted on the website.…