Lit

When all the stop lights on Main Street began flashing yellow we knew we were out past curfew. Our inner compasses should have been set for us to migrate...

Denton, Texas. 1982   There are two pair though I was only promised one. The pair I was promised are tiny figures of Tweety Bird lined...

who asked me what she should do when she feels like writing but is scared of “the thing” that will come out. I know. The...

The air was heavy with the sticky, sour smell of goblin men. I went to market when I was 19, my arms and legs soft and...

Alice Osborn is the author of three books of poetry, After the Steaming Stops, Unfinished Projects, and Right Lane Ends and is the editor...

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Our theme this month at Germ is "March to the beat of your own drum." You might want to know how to do the...

When I told you my story, I never mentioned him. But he’d been there, in between English and Spanish II with Mrs. Garcia. I could never tell if he...

Denton, Texas. 1981 David is our neighbor. A renter from across the street, tucked in a garage apartment. A man of averages: middle height, beer...

While I drive her home from the movie theater, she tells me about the junior prom. And how she bought her black gauze gown...

I wanted the idea of comparing a failed relationship to a car crash in a song. It always seemed like a good analogy to me....