Cindy Savett: Three Haunted Passages Poems

Rachel and Mother Speak Their Lines Clay Mother, drop down through me darkly, lash my winds to your breast, … More

Haunted Passages: “Booger Hill,” a short story by Christy Crutchfield

TESS IS EVE UNDER HER her coat. She made the costume last year, three felt leaves sewn strategically onto … More

I AM 612 FEET BELOW the surface, and I am furious. Eric is connected to my dive belt by … More

I’M A DEAD FROG AND I don’t say this with any pity or understanding or shame, it’s just an observation … More

MY FRIEND AND I WERE skipping stones near the bodies that floated on the surface. We imagined that if … More

Father Nescio and the God Pill —after Carl Sagan When the machines grew all our food and drink, there … More

THE TWELVE-THIRTEEN TRAIN DERAILED on Tuesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. It was the only one that passed through this way. … More

WHERE’S MAMA?” BOBBY ASKS. “SHE went to the moon,” Dad says. He sucks hard on a Marlboro. Most of … More

WHEN I WAS A BOY no older than you, but taller of course, and squarer of jaw, I came … More

MY DAUGHTER ARABELLE, SHE WAS the first to hear them. They woke her Thursday night before last, tapping on … More

FOSTER WAS IN TOWN AGAIN. We took a cab together and had a late lunch in an empty little … More

DEAR BECCA, I’VE WANTED TO write you for a long time. But on the last episode, GO FOR IT, … More