Further Reading
Parable of the Mother
by Lane Chasek
Her gift, which she discovered when she was sixteen, consists of looking at these pieces of garbage and watching them take the shape of a human being.
Shedding
by C. Kubasta
He could imagine the way the metal-hitting-wood would echo through the darkened rooms in the middle of the night, bouncing off the worn wooden floors from downstairs to upstairs, her body tensing in the bed beside him.
So Much More
by Marco Angelini, translated from the Italian by Scott Belluz
Lara is over at my apartment. I made her linguine with homemade pesto and fried zucchini blossoms because I know she likes them. We ate lunch in the kitchen then moved into the living room which is also my bedroom. It’s big so everything fits. I showed her the window frame I’d painted a creamy […]
