Featured Story - February 2009:
Honey Milk Coffee (excerpt)


The October heat wave has brought out the ants. I find them by the kitchen sink, underneath the bathroom cabinets, next to my computer. They climb out of the chasm between sofa pillows and onto my skin. The day at its hottest, my sweat drips slow like honey, and the ants scurry away. Their legs graze my soft hair the way your fingers once did. That's when I noticed them: little itches on the forearm or the thigh.  I grind them between my fingers because I'm afraid of their procreation, though they may just be reconnaissance ants. Twice, I showed mercy and let them find their way back to their nesting.  Maybe they would tell tall tales of giants and sticky lava so the rest would stay away.

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