I am twenty-four years old, and I hold a man’s heart in my hands. Muscles that used to pump blood through his body lie still against my fingertips. I don’t…
Author: Abigail Weisse
Enteral Nutrition
Chip-chip-cheree, the triumphant call of a fruitful journey; mother coos, mouth full, to her young. Digesting is too hard for my sister; she waits for the blender, chirp-chirping as it…
A Tale of Two Lydias
My father is a storyteller. It’s an unshakable part of his identity. He was born that way, with an infectious laugh and Sicilian hands from his mother that gesture wildly…