BABY JAR

BABY JAR

“Does he take you on picnics?” she asks. He does. But you are much too contemporary to think he takes you on them. You take yourself. With him. She pffs. A shadow crosses her face. “On Sundays?” “On Anydays,” You tell her. She wants to know if you pack cheese and...
In Waves

In Waves

Don’t tell Eli. But I keep one of her bottles in my backpack. One of these days, a big announcement is going to go out on the radio saying it’s all over and things can go back to how they used to be. We won’t have to walk every day and sleep in a tent, praying another...
Rose Knows

Rose Knows

Every autumn day, Rose passes by the hot air balloon field in Stillwater, wishing she had enough money in order to go up for just one ride. Last winter had not just taken a toll on Rose, it took nearly everything she had left. Now, she has a frostbitten toe and a...
Signal Virtue

Signal Virtue

There’s mold on Virgin Mary’s face.           She’s supposed to be glowing, not gross green. It’s rained for days and the sanctuary roof leaks so saint tears erode her face like teenage acne. I try to scrub it, pray it away with mother of grace rosary rhymes. It...
The Pier

The Pier

The Pier by Sinéad Delaney https://www.agapanthuscollective.com.dream.website/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/The_Pier_by_Sinead_Delaney-1.mp3 He took me for a walk along the pier. The barriers I was leaning on were soaked at the bottom. I watched the water thrashing below...
You’ve Got the Lurgy

You’ve Got the Lurgy

           Every girl in junior school knows that one must never, under any circumstances, touch the door handle to the girls’ toilets. It is common knowledge that long ago a girl rubbed her fanny on it. It will forever hold ‘the lurgy’, which will be transferred from...