A Forest Walk

by Åsa Eriksson

On this autumn day the sky is piercing blue and the air sharp, carrying the promise of winter, crystal clear and tense like a violin string that holds its vibrating note ready, prepared to let it sound. We lace shoes tightly and pull another sweater on and wind scarves carefully around our necks and then go in search of the gloves that have yet to be unearthed from their summer's nest in the wardrobe; in a hurry though time is endless, crossing the living room with boots on, bounding up the stairs, calling back "Where did you put them?" and soon descending triumphantly with the coveted gloves without even receiving an answer. Read more.

You Don't Change

by Margot Miller

A woman I used to know, from back before I gave up organized religion, is crossing the street towards me. I can see that she has some important errand. She is carrying an empty plastic mail bin from the Post Office. She says hello. I do, too. Politely. She says, "So, what are you doing these days?" emphasis on the you. Read more.

My father the Fashionista, and the Suits

by Adam Jeffries Schwartz

When I graduated from University my father gave me a dozen Armani suits. This--I know--sounds like a good Dad thing. Read more.