Things were getting worse. We pretended we didn’t notice. One day he brought home a goldfish. We took turns sprinkling colorful pellets into the water. A few weeks later, I found the fish floating on top. He started staying out late. I started going to bed early. One night I awoke in tears. I reached… Read More “Loss” by Lori Cramer
I’ve got tickets for tonight’s O’s game. Care to join me? Thanks for making dinner last night. Best lasagna ever! Can’t find my red tie. Is it at your place? You’re the best! Love you. I hate to cancel, but I’m swamped at work. Raincheck? Working late again. It’s not what you think. On my… Read More “Our Entire Relationship Summed Up in 10 Texts He Sent Me” by Lori Cramer
Morula and I seek what little shade there is under a bare Motsheketsane tree (Mot-sheh-key-saw-knee) — its branches interwoven like a dancer’s arms caught in a multiple exposure, reaching into a chalk-blue sky. Sweat trickles down my neck as I melt and droop. I take sips from my water bottle. Morula searches for leftover seeds. … Read More “Mastodons, Mammoths, and Morula” by Cheryl Merrill
Sentience is collected, impossible to bury, so it sprouts in the dirt, and when it opens, it tells stories: life is a ripe fruit you can take a bite of, and taste together, our written words guided by delight. by introspection. by loss, by love, become components of the earth.
