“Death and Preschool” by Erin Weber Boss
I have a five-year-old. She’s fierce and stubborn. She’s sweet and empathetic.
Tag: death
“The Night Shape Shifter” by Kirk Budhooram
Is years I waiting for God to smile on me. And is years the devil pissing on me. Sometimes I think I is the orphan child of the both a them.
“Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig” by Tonya Liburd
You had terminal, aggressive cancer this time, and today was the day you died from it at home . . .
“Living the Dream” by Sarah M. Chen
The wind won’t stop banging the bougainvillea against our fence, and the tap tap tap is beating into my skull. My eyes dart around the bedroom, but all I see are hulking shapes. I know they’re our dresser and bookshelf, but at night they look meaningless.