Il Bikini di Giovanna
For my concrete sculptures, I use my personal clothing. Through my artistic process, in which I use plaster, resin, and cement, I transform these articles of clothing into artworks to…
Subverting “Normal” in Horror with Dori Lumpkin
This piece is so much, Dori! Thank you for letting us give it a home at Marrow. I wanted to first ask you about writing from place. I noticed in…
Sneaking in the Details with Amy E. Casey
This story sets a good pace, and I love the way it ratchets up tension. From the beginning we feel disconcerted—shoulder pain, the torn duffel, the cryptic horoscope messages. How…
The Sensation of Falling
The worst days after my brother's accident, Jeremiah and I smoke Virginia Slims by the back steps. We drag and wheeze and talk shit because we both know what happened…
Window Number 9
At some point during that first year of the pandemic, the small, bean-shaped nodule that appeared just under the surface of Arden Bishop’s forehead became a kind of worry-bead that…
Winter: Helmcken Falls • How Many Times Around the Sun?
Winter: Helmcken Falls White overshadows white. It is deep past zeroand hushed. Through the mist, a sprucereaches outwith high blue hands,releasing its own flurry. When small cornices slump into our path,the cliff edge…
The Ladies’ Supper Club of New Banebridge
Barbara knocked delicately on Diane's front door, using her spare hand to balance her finest crystal dish that contained the egg salad she had spent nearly an hour making. After…
Why I Don’t Date Surgeons • In Response to Amy’s Question: What Is Aspartame?
Why I Don't Date SurgeonsTachycardia, he’d said. I feel it flutter At night, lying on my back, I hear it.I’m nervous, an empath who could benefit from cognitive behavioral therapy.My…
Foundling
Mel trudged along the High Street, two supermarket carrier bags full of shopping in each hand and a pink rucksack slung low on her screaming back. She usually timed things…
After Her Bone Marrow Transplant • The Half-Boy
After Her Bone Marrow Transplant After the weekly blood test I am the prayer of bone. Boiled down hard, sweat of my broth, the retch in throat. Fingers curl into…