Life Along the Mobius Strip

Life Along the Mobius Strip

Cal and Bal were sitting on the ground, backs pressed together, their legs extended straight out. Their shoulders were sore, as if they were cinched together with a broad belt, the type used to constrain agitated patients.  They woke up together, turning their...
Aftermath

Aftermath

There wasn’t much movement in the snow without boots, so I wore the battered, stained pair I kept beside the bed. Sliding them on and double lacing, I recalled I bought them the winter before I filed for divorce. It had been seven years since, so it was time for a new...
Sumac

Sumac

Down the sumac path, I chase you, then step on your heel, not understanding my speed. It’s too much of this body. Your tennie slides off. You grab my arm, irritated. Stand still! I will myself to be dependable. You waver like you’re going over. I reach for your other...
Tell Me I’m Being Punk’d

Tell Me I’m Being Punk’d

It’s been an hour since you went in for surgery that could save your life, and they’re telling me it’s too early to worry. It’s been two hours since your went in for surgery that could save you, and the soft music they’re pumping in is really starting to get on my...