Issue #3 // I Tell My Therapist (It Wasn’t All That Bad) // Paige Chaplin
My mother likes to garden, but not enough to call herself a gardener. There was this one day in summer—back when I could call New Jersey home—she told me she […]
My mother likes to garden, but not enough to call herself a gardener. There was this one day in summer—back when I could call New Jersey home—she told me she […]
On the mountain overlooking your family’s house in Santiago, I sat watching you undress yourself of the oranges in season, take them for anything but remembrance, then begin to feed […]
When the decision is made to change the color of a wall in the bedroom of a twelve year old in the interior of a house in the middle-to-upper-class suburb […]
I woke up this morning, the dirt from my mother’s sunflowers still under my thumbnail. Haven’t dug there in three months. Yesterday I thought my hands were clean. Pulling up […]
That winter the ice covered everything, and froze my brother’s car to the side of the house. And I crawled on my hands and knees up the driveway, slid back […]
Every Six Hours, the Cove is Scenic. It is possible to walk across Back Bay when the tide is out. I have never seen a tourist try. I have never […]
June in Maine is for Weddings and Allergies For David, the one other single person in this fucking town The two of us are bitter, phony newlyweds every Saturday night. […]
Seabreeze Seabreeze burned down last week. Seabreeze is the summer resort on the island where my grandmother lives. Seabreeze is where my mother worked as a teenager and I was raised […]
The Season of the Clean Kill for my hometown – Trees bow their heads under the weight of snow like church elders steeped in prayer, their heavy limbs aching with […]
My mother calls the seasons into our home! my room is flushed in spring. my mother opened my window, drew our garden up the wall and into my bed, my […]