Hannah Harlee 12/15/24 Hannah Harlee 12/15/24

The Most Important of the Unimportant Things

by Henry Stevens

Hannah Harlee 11/17/24 Hannah Harlee 11/17/24

From Rubble

by Rebecca Pyle

I hate pale blue flowered prints; I hate elaborate handbags; I hate dresses worn once and shoes which hurt the feet. I do like to hear stories read, or poetry: I like to hear people admitting things, painful, wishful, or glorious or doomed.

Hannah Harlee 10/30/24 Hannah Harlee 10/30/24

heirloom tomatoes

by jamilla vandyke-bailey

Mama?

Yes, Ava?

C-can we talk?

Ain’t that what we doing now?

Yes, but Mama. I mean talk talk.

Hannah Harlee 10/8/24 Hannah Harlee 10/8/24

Still

by Maggie Boyd Hare

She peers around the dim confessional and it feels muggy, too small; the velvet cushion matted with her sweat, pricking her thighs. She stands and wants to open the door, but dares herself not to. She knows when something feels too small, you can wait it out.

Hannah Harlee 10/5/24 Hannah Harlee 10/5/24

Candy Hearts

by Nadia Djamila

“The Agency’s had a big month. We’ve purchased the condo next door, and the one across the hall, and actually almost all of the units on this floor.”

Noor, slicing cheese and fruit, paused.

“I didn’t know the O’Malley’s were selling.”

“They weren’t,” Isla said, flashing her one-hundred-percent veneer smile. “But our offer was absurd. They couldn’t say no.”

Hannah Harlee 7/31/24 Hannah Harlee 7/31/24

Beartrap

by Lesley Warren

I was born under a harvest moon. My mother spent a whole night hunkering down on the floor, my body tethered to hers like a fish on a line. It was a difficult birth.

Hannah Harlee 7/9/24 Hannah Harlee 7/9/24

At Coffee

by Victoria Chen

With each breath, something furious flew into her, and she fought it as it tried to wrestle its way back out. The silence roaring, the fluorescent of the bodega the last living creature on this earth, the world cracking open.

Hannah Harlee 6/26/24 Hannah Harlee 6/26/24

Breach

by Susanna Space

The alliance with her father surely comforted my mother, even if she knew it was a breach of the new rules, the ones that made it possible to leave her husband.

Hannah Harlee 6/12/24 Hannah Harlee 6/12/24

Careless People

by Emily Zasada

But now here I was, and there was the ocean, a matter of a few feet away, and I was being forced to admit that at least some of the things I’d secretly believed were lies were actually true. Every time a wave hit one of the windows, I tried not to scream.

Hannah Harlee 5/2/24 Hannah Harlee 5/2/24

Closeter

by Emma Moore

“I don’t think I am, like, this ‘battered’ and ‘abused’ woman.” I used air quotes very liberally. “Because it was just something that happened when we were having an argument. Like, it wasn’t consistent, you know?”

“Sure, it wasn’t consistent, but he did try to kill you.”

Hannah Harlee 4/30/24 Hannah Harlee 4/30/24

Free Fall

by Wesley Rey

All she had to do was put a little bit more work in. A little bit more, and then she’d be flying.

Hannah Harlee 4/30/24 Hannah Harlee 4/30/24

Baby Steps

by Erin Brookins

Walks become a sanctuary and Leah is always desecrating them.

We need to talk, she says. About things.

Hannah Harlee 11/18/23 Hannah Harlee 11/18/23

Moving Targets

by Will Marsh

“Used to be houses,” he says.

“Well, glad I’m here to help,” I say.

He draws back. “This isn’t reality TV.”

Hannah Harlee 10/31/23 Hannah Harlee 10/31/23

Her Room

by M.C. Schmidt

I thought of ghost stories and science fiction stories and stories of women driven mad. I took a step forward, unsure which this was.

Hannah Harlee 9/30/23 Hannah Harlee 9/30/23

The Road to the Studio

by Natalie Lemle

Not that it matters to Felix, but Per isn’t interested in talking about his work. It’s too dreamlike. He’d been going for the feeling of a fugue state, chaos glinting with beauty, not beauty itself.