The Whiteout, Testaments, and Other Poems
Dreary Days Were what I lived for. The hiss of school buses was Replaced by the high pitched scrape Of…
Dreary Days Were what I lived for. The hiss of school buses was Replaced by the high pitched scrape Of…
Suzanne carried Ariel in one arm, the baby resting on her hip. Her eyes were bright and her mouth puckered…
All I did was go to sleep one night. The day had ended. Work was done, and I was spent.…
Looks everywhere. Smile frowns. They don’t know what to think of her dark brown skin. Is something unknown? Over here…
Meet Michael Paolino aka Husband, a rock-n-roll artist from down under. Paolino has been entertaining his whole life but just…
I touched my red swollen lips. How they blistered and burned, like walking barefoot in a Macy’s parking lot. I…
It’s stupid to fall for gay guys. That’s what my sister Suzanne said while she scoured the stovetop. But Grover…
My favorite pit bull Clarence His savage sharp teeth Protrude from his drooling mouth Mimicking a Lion in starved rage…
Except for being a little heavier The air feels mostly the same, calling for sweatshirts instead of t-shirts. I walk…
Melissa Mendelson’s Porcelain, a horror novella in her upcoming Notebook Stories series, features Paige and Shelli, sisters spending a seemingly…