Don’t Look

By Kaitlynn McShea Don’t lookat the dead animals on the crumbling concrete. They rest in between the blackened road and the untamed grass.  We’re not meant to witness this.  You will turn up the radio and stare straight ahead, knuckles white on the steering wheel. And you will see a gaping maw out of the corners of your eyes, Reminding you ofContinue reading “Don’t Look”

Desert Oasis

By Kaitlynn McShea March, 1955 The small town was tucked away into the rolling desert landscape. Dirt storms were more common than rain showers, and water was a more valued possession than gold. That’s what the three hundred residents had been told for generations, at least. The gold rush had come to their doorstep andContinue reading “Desert Oasis”

A Lion’s Love

By Kaitlynn McShea When Laura Henderson was eleven, her father came home with a lion. It was a California summer day, and blistering, stunning heat filtered through the front door. Laura remembered it being out of character for him: he never came in through the front door, he never came home before nine, and heContinue reading “A Lion’s Love”

Op-Ed: Veganism (A Little Bit Goes a Long Way)

By Kaitlynn McShea Veganism, like all alternative diets, is synonymous with inflammatory comments and divisiveness. Since our relationship with food is deeply personal and often complicated, the impact of bringing the term “veganism” to the dinner table is not surprising. However, veganism positively impacts both animals and the environment. Although a complete vegan lifestyle isContinue reading “Op-Ed: Veganism (A Little Bit Goes a Long Way)”

The End of Time

By Kaitlynn McShea The End of Time Time was ending. The Earth cleared itself by flooding coasts and burning trees, by spreading disease and withholding rain. Gradually, creatures started dying. The Earth had killed creatures intentionally and without sorrow for many millennia. It was Earth’s nature, after all. It created and destroyed, because that wasContinue reading “The End of Time”

The Misery

By Kaitlynn McShea A September wind sighed through the city. Beatrice closed her eyes and leaned into its cool embrace. Simultaneously, bells from the cathedral reverberated through her skin, marking the hour.  It was time. Within her loose fist, wings tickled against her palm. A wasp battled against her fingers, searching for a way out. Continue reading “The Misery”

A Child’s Revenge

By Kaitlynn McShea Sara-Jane’s earliest memories comprised of long, stuffy summers at her grandmother’s house. Lights off, windows open. The front door was perpetually left ajar—only the screen door saved them from a barrage of mosquitos and gnats. Its metal frame jostled with every footstep that traversed upon the wooden front porch. The people ofContinue reading “A Child’s Revenge”

Fascia Dreaming

By Kaitlynn McShea I dreamt about fascia again last night–how its synovial hardeningand gooey hydrationis akin to the Elmer’s gluewe used in school,pressing it on our pencil boxesto make bookmarks,sliding it on the pads of our fingersto make fingerprints. How it can be used to fix or to adhere,how my body holds stories as muchContinue reading “Fascia Dreaming”

The Talkies

By Kaitlynn McShea November, 1927: Hollywood Colleen Adams grew up believing in nothing. From Santa Claus to God, she knew falsities better than a con artist. The one truth she held to her chest from the time she could speak was that she would be a star. The only problem was her wide, blue eyesContinue reading “The Talkies”