Memoir

A Room Like This

Chrissy Martin

  I know too well what happens when you become comfortable where you’re not meant to. When a quick hospital scare turns into a do you want to see him?  a                he’s still warm if you want to say goodbye and a paper bag…

The Bathtub

Andra Emilia Fenton

  He started rotting on a Monday. His belly was full of maggots by Wednesday. They exploded his middle and throat. I smelled him on Thursday. “Like a gas leak or rotten eggs,” I e-mailed the owner of the building. But no one came. By…