Horse Country - Litro Magazine A love story of people belonging to two different worlds and the complicated relationships that follow from that
HR - Litro Magazine Where Spokely Lane meets Center Street, a breeze churns the aromas of citronella and sap In the garage at 155 Spokely, residents of Trellis Hills mingle amid cigar smoke and the flicker of five televisions on which baseball teams battle A Riverton Shields sign glows on the back wall Occasionally, whoops, boos, smatterings of clapping, or cacophonous crescendos of triumph and disappointment
Hide and Seek - Litro Magazine A woman haunted by grief, burnout, and something in her vent—a ghost story for the digital age
Black-Tattoo Type Pigmentation - Litro Magazine So you think about black licorice wheels, thin flat strands of jet-black confection wound in slick spirals You think about black licorice Scotty dogs, Good Plenty, and the less-available Snaps, pastel-colored candy-coated licorice treats in square foil bags You consider the assortment at Fiona’s, a tiny storefront off of Union Square, where clerks in white lab coats mount step ladders to
THE OLD OAK GROVE STANDS AS IT EVER DID | Litro Magazine James parked on a dead patch of lawn like his family always did, and let out a sigh before heaving himself out of the car The property was hemmed on all sides by scrub and trees He wandered across the yard and found the old path down to the river He had heard his uncle had wandered, intoxicated, to the river’s edge and fallen in
Tito, Tito, Tito - Litro Magazine Tito, Tito, Tito, the barking little dog Tito, Tito, Tito, somewhere tied to a garage Tito, Tito, Tito, please be quiet please Tito, Tito, Tito, you’ve got us on
Bahebek - Litro Magazine Every day, at sunrise, he tells her he loves her The words slip through his lips like honey, still heavy and full with her kisses, the memory of the night before running through his body like those unpredictable flash floods in the Hajar Mountains I love you Bahebek He says it right before the call for prayer makes the sky erupt into a soulful Arabic melody and before it turns into a
Have you seen? - Litro Magazine “Have you seen a small girl, about this high, six years old, dark hair, purple duffel coat, glasses with a patch over one eye? Her name’s Amirah Amirah A-m-i-r-a-h How hard can it be, for goodness sa…? Please, you must have seen her come this way ”