Under the Bed by Michael Orzechowski
Under the Bed by Michael Orzechowski My brother used to make fun of me for checking underneath my bed. He
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Under the Bed by Michael Orzechowski My brother used to make fun of me for checking underneath my bed. He
Continue readingDusk. I can hear them in the walls. The chitter of their legs rattles plaster.
Continue readingShe had finally done it. She had become a cantankerous old lady.
Continue readingShe lay on the bed crying, the tears wouldn’t cease. The world was so god-damn unfair. She had gone to bed two hours earlier in an attempt to escape the memories and find some much needed rest.
Continue reading“We think the chance of change is good but so far we haven’t recorded anything concrete.”
Continue readingSophia immerses the podgy quail into a pot of hot water and then starts plucking them. Tufts of brown feathers blanket the water. She then cuts their heads
Continue readingI was home on break. Freezing rain came and went. The cold, however, crossed its arms and chained itself to everything.
Continue readingDriving down the hill I see the same bend in the road the school bus took me around for years. I can see in the headlights the wildflowers ringing the curve like a necklace
Continue reading“A boy–good job, Mom!”
My doctor’s baritone penetrates the delivery room’s soundscape: sighing vacuum pumps, a chorus of medspeak, beeping monitors, all punctuated by
Continue readingI need to know if Di Fara has the best pizza in New York.
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