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The Extra Year: Selected Poems

from “Almost Done” | My wife has taken Pepper to the vet this morning. She is losing her hair, doesn’t like her food, has growths on her skin, moves slowly after eighty-four dog years.

By Jory Post October 2019
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Unexpected Things

A notorious buffoon is elected to the highest office in the land. He lies, cheats, connives, and endangers the planet and all its inhabitants. Did anyone expect this?

By Marion Winik September 2019
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Way Home

Jessica and I periodically take walks together. Her small dog, Ortiz, sometimes joins us. He spends his days eating shoes, peeing on the carpet, and jumping the backyard fence. But no matter where we go, I notice that he always knows the way home.

By Jane Ratcliffe July 2019
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Wild Dogs Of Hong Kong

I soon found out that the reservoir was where some locals dumped their unwanted dogs. I was there one afternoon with Sofia when a well-dressed woman stepped from a Mercedes and opened the back door.

By Sarah Vallance February 2019
Poetry

Walking At Night

Sometimes the horses grazing / in the nearby pastures come to the fence / and we talk. Or I do, and they seem to listen.

By Elizabeth Poliner February 2019
Poetry

What To Look For In A Horse

Get a horse with a little sass. One who will try / to buck you if she knows you’ve been drinking / too much.

By Brett Elizabeth Jenkins January 2019
Fiction

On Becoming A Cat

Please understand: the external metamorphosis comes only at the very end, after a long, sustained effort. There is a lot of inner work you have to do before then. Also there is luck involved.

By Emily Mitchell December 2018
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Survivor

Do I need to go into what turns an eleven-year-old into such a stoic: embarrassed to be sentimental, determined to be detached?

By Frances Lefkowitz November 2018
Fiction

Took Us All Like We Was His

Before we was married, we rented a little townhouse in Dallas. My girls was with us. They from my first marriage. Nate come to us when my baby girl was barely a year old. He latched on and took us all like we was his, and I didn’t see all the love in that.

By LaToya Watkins June 2018
Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

The Stray

One winter, years ago, a stray cat lived under my rear deck. He was long and skinny and had a tattered gray coat, a whip tail, a block head, and a set of elephant nuts that hung low off his hind end. He survived by eating scraps of leftover food my mother threw to the birds. The sight of him disgusted me.

By Stephen A. Waite February 2018