Kate Ryan

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

Motherhood is easily the toughest, most sacred job on earth. Without moms, the human race simply wouldn’t be here. But personally, I’d rather dangle myself from dental floss over a volcano full of spiders than push another human being out of my body.

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.