By Nikki Papp
At first I only see what she or he would see. At this point I never know who they are. And the location changes as well.
It could be a bus s...
By Susan Read
I arrive for my second last scheduled day of work at, well, let's call it Tarsucks. This is only based on a true story, after all. I don my g...
By Rachel Rosenberg
I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
When we met, I thought that you seemed sullen and you thought that I was a bitch.
It was a cold, shitty g...
By Vicky Savage
I am an artist, and a remarkably good one considering the conditions under which I’m forced to work. Mostly I create true-to-life drawings of...
By Deborah Batterman
“Impossible,” says Gary. “Dogs are pals – playmates. Nobody will ever love you the way they do.” His voice crackles. Words snap and pop....
By Hege Lepri
The very last Mr. Jones was grumpier than the others. He’d been something or other during the war that still made him feel important. He had st...
