Holding Stems by Shanna Seesz

So this is love: locked in bathrooms, staring at bare floors. There was a time when I took comfort in them, their frigidness, in college, when we first met and we were fumbling drunk and urgent hands and boozing our way through silence.…

History and Memory by Geneva Chao

I have a little statue of Kwan Yin holding a baby. It is reddish wood, black in the crevices, with tiny dents around the head where I used to chew on her. My mother shakes her head when she sees them; she says a…

Repairs by Alice Clark

When you have children, you intend to love them. You expect that they will have needs. That they will be incompetent for a very long time. You knew this when you created them, when you signed on for this. One day I saw the…

Help Is Out There:
A How-To Guide For Battered And Abused Men by Scott Warfe

Each year, over 850,000 men are abused by intimate female partners. Of that 850,000, only 37.5% actually reported the abuse to the authorities. When compared to the nearly 63% of women who report their cases of abuse, the number of men who remain silent…

A Fish Named E by Shanna Seesz

Nights when you are like this I cannot sleep. After dragging you to bed, you snore and sprawl in your drunken slumber. I move to the couch. You do not notice.

As I doze in front of the television I imagine what our child…

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