Tim hopped out of his parked diesel Jetta, his naturally orange hair prominent against the brisk, late January day. He said, “Stay here for a second, Stever. I’ve got something for us.” (nonfiction)
Tag: acm
The poems themselves are a genuine treat to read, as well as the mysterious, half-finished biography lurking beneath…
(review by Matt Martinson)
Two mothers choose their own ending. Their daughter, who’s devoted her life to other people’s choices, must live with the one her mothers made without her. (fiction)
“The Flowers Along the Way testifies to the healing power of hope, showing how nurturing a garden, or a story, can generate something fresh and green out of loss.” (review by Liz Rios Hall)
A Friday evening, a blinding headache, and the dreaded return to an empty apartment. For Lucy, even the familiar walk home feels like an ordeal. (fiction)
When the bride buzzed in,
the groom held my mom’s roses.
We had 15 minutes.
Cuffs: no. La palabra
de Dios: Sí.
(poetry)
“It’s a lot more entertaining to hear a dolphin tell a manchild to ‘grow up’ than to hear the same advice coming from a psychiatrist.”
(review by Chloe Lutts Jensen)
He said,
two
images
haunt him.
(Ukrainian Voices / nonfiction)
