Two Pieces by Simon Jacobs
12-gauge to 8-gauge, with her mother’s knitting needles. When she finished, she left them hanging from her ears like great flopping chopsticks, at a loss.
He hovered for at least ten minutes over the icon next to her name before he clicked “+1 Add Friend.” Unduly stressful, this reaching out.
Two Pieces by Ashley Nissler
He leaves. Life’s less solid. Unsettled by their waterbed’s buoyancy, she stuffs bags with blankets and textbooks to recreate his mass. But the density’s off.
The sisters attack others over smudged hopscotch lines, yelling incomprehensible dialect. Their father mutters partisan monologues. The mother squats in a closet, painted vernal green.
Living with children means Ashley Nissler rarely gets to think uninterrupted thoughts longer than 25 words. So she writes in bursts. Her work has most recently appeared at Vestal Review and in The Mom Egg