“The Necklace” By: Laryssa Wirstiuk
I broke my long, jangling necklace again. At least two of the tiny bronze bells rolled under the radiator, lost forever. I should scold myself for neglecting to...
I broke my long, jangling necklace again. At least two of the tiny bronze bells rolled under the radiator, lost forever. I should scold myself for neglecting to...
I lurch sucking in fashion to correspond with my assigned gender but slip up in the wrong bathroom tripping balls on estrogen speed I purge facets shifted feari...
Sitting in my truck, I remember the scar on your hand. I remember how it was revealed by the sleeve of your sweatshirt scrunched up against my side as your arm ...
I can tell you why I compare to her. Why I’m just as good as she is. She isn’t any better than me, I’m most certain of it, well nearly. I don’t see why Sammy le...
I couldn’t wake him up. I only sat there staring at the ceiling, a single gray stripe denoting its only partition, where in the mornings after I had been erased...
Alex and I could buy salmon instead of the tuna fish that sustains us, but right now we wear poverty as a cover for the middle class suburbanism that bored us, ...
Dick Albright was hung each day in junior high P.E., not by the neck, but from the crotch to the knees, at least. Dick is a nickname, diminutive, but Dick was n...
XI. That summer we were covered in rashes and our ears stayed infected. We lived where the Niagara bent and collected run-off and debris. We swam at the site of...
“No, the index finger is the top lip and the middle finger is the bottom lip. And you gotta, like, put your hand in the shape of a letter C but have your ...
I plowed into the school parking lot while steam almost seeped out of my head. My eyes glanced down at the white envelope that was currently seated on the front...