Stories I find, or they find me.
I began to learn Bellydance long after Shakira showed up with hips that don't lie. Seven of my lower vertebrae are fused together surgically, so suffice it to say that I'm the least likely student of Bellydance.
By Sav Map4 months ago in Beat
On his belly, he hand-paddled to circle back for one of the bomb waves that come in before sunset and after the smiling dolphins leave. Shearwaters cawed and cried overhead.
By Sav Map4 months ago in Fiction
The combatants did not only remove their uniforms, but they burned them on the beach when they emerged from the submarine. It was the first thing they did. Their fatal mistake.
By Sav Map4 months ago in Serve
When the millennials arrived to live in the basement last year for a few months, before their residencies started, they brought with them their red tabby cat.
By Sav Map4 months ago in Petlife
An itch below my left shoulder blade means I have something that needs expressing. That's my signal, anyway. As if a trapped insect is burrowing down underneath my epidermis.
By Sav Map4 months ago in Poets
"Always fry bacon in Crisco," she reminded us as we sat on the floor with the half-bobcat kitten, listening to the snap, crackle, pop of fat meeting fat.
