
Hopefully Broken
Submitted by Elan Wayne Thunderfeet Continue reading Hopefully Broken
Submitted by Elan Wayne Thunderfeet Continue reading Hopefully Broken
The town where I grew up is shaped like a woman. I rolled back and forth across the valley that lies between her bust and her hips, from crest to trough, as my family could not stop moving and fidgeting between neighborhoods after my parent’s divorce. In the winter, she is wrapped up by the tight wool of home knitted scarves and finds comfort in … Continue reading Death in the Small Town You Dream Of
“So, Vron asks me if she can borrow my grinder the other day.” Bevin pronounced it like vee-ron, a nickname for her friend Veronica.“And I’m like yeah, sure, why not? Right?” “It must be nice that you guys live so close together, so you can share stuff like that.” “Yeah, it’s dope. She lives right down the street. But, she can’t keep any weed or … Continue reading Lot 7
In a puddle of her own bath water, skin cold against the unwelcoming flooring, she began to cry. Continue reading Misplaced Artifacts