Memories
By Wendy Jensen — I creep into awareness reluctantly, surfacing memories tearing at my insides, unwilling to admit these truths yet unable to deny their effects. Memories buried
6 days ago
Slideshows
By Josephine Banks — When times are tough, I close my eyes and imagine all the men I've ever slept with. I think of their hard bodies against mine and the rough cheeks and soft
Sep 20
On the Wind, in the Day, of a Dream, I Will Find You…
By Danielle Martin — Church bells ring out your name, a shrill, deafening, piercing pain. You were an acolyte. The foghorn cries for your return. You were the light. Over emerald
Sep 14
Background Noise
By Nancy Browne — My father died when I was twelve, some sixty years ago and, yet he lives here on this page in short-form memory. My father was the background noise in my young
Sep 11
Summer: Birch Mountain
By John Muro — In the high blue of day, I find myself companionless, walking past the abandoned farm and its haunting ruin, evoking a time when the three
Sep 2
I remember a tree
By Fiona Jones — There were Dark Trees near where we lived, twisted yews that my children decided had owls living in them. There was a Giant Tree, the
Aug 29
The Tumor
By Kris Ann Valdez — I gave birth to a monster. Never will I forget how the calcified, tumorous creature coaxed every doctor and nurse from the surrounding
Aug 7
The Day I Didn't Recognize Myself
By Emerole Clinton — I caught my reflection in the elevator mirror on the way down to the lobby, and for three full seconds I didn’t know who I was actually
Aug 2
A visit from Yolanda
By Pat Raia — I was barely 3 years old when my mother returned to my Aunt Lydia's apartment. Whether she came for a visit – a furlough, so to speak – or
Jul 25
I WILL NEVER FORGET THE NIGHT SHE LEFT AFTER SEEING MY CHATGPT PROMPTS
By Samuel Edward — Three years. That’s how long Hinee and I had been together before one quiet night changed everything. Three years of memories.
Jul 20
Hide and Seek
By Jenny Morelli — When I was five, my whole world was Floor is Lava, snowball fights, and Hide and Seek, the game I was playing when I killed my brother.
Jul 14
Game Theory
By Agatha Valencia — In my second year of university, I did something most people would call ‘stupid.’ It was Microeconomics II and we were on the topic of Game Theory. Our teacher
Jul 12
The Day I Didn’t Recognize Myself
By Emerole Clinton Chimezie — I caught my reflection in the elevator mirror on the way down to the lobby, and for three full seconds I didn’t know who I was
Jul 7
My Bunny
By John Finch — It’s one of my earliest memories, flickering and vague, and more than a memory of time and place, it's a memory of an emotional state. The
Jun 27
A Command Heeded
By Alan James Folkestad — One wintry day, a high school friend and I set out on a large frozen Minnesota lake. Wearing ice skates, we hoped the wind would fill
Jun 19
Empathy
By E.P. Lande — Rachel arrived at the restaurant shortly after me. We often had lunch together when I visited New York. Stylish at 62, Rachel carried a dramatic
Jun 8
SEED CATALOG
By Brenda Kay Ledford — Each year when the seed catalog arrived in the mail, a clock alarmed inside Mama. She got her Blue Horse Notebook and made
May 26
A Moment
By Eli Ehrenpreis — I heard a poem as a train approached. Swaying while it moved toward me, curving left and right along the tracks, filling my visual field.
May 12
28 May 2016, 10 days after Your death
By Daniel M Zibman — Pollen floats, settles on the deck, driveway, cars, brick walkway. Footprints from the pups, tire tracks. The birdhouse, the one sitting in
May 9
"Johnny"
By Jeanne Andrea Di Grazio — I found your old toothbrush with the faded, frayed bristles and a half-used tube of Colgate in a tattered plastic bag in the
Apr 30