If You’re Hungry and You’re Useful

CheneyFiction4 Comments

It’s been a long time since there have been full shelves at the supermarket. Last week the town ran out of gasoline, and the houses that had been lit by generator lights at night have gone dark. Now, when a car drives through the middle of town everyone stops what they are doing to stare, and I am betting that … Read More

Modern Life By the Numbers

CheneyLife Stories, Poetry4 Comments

I am twenty pounds heavier than last year and ten pounds heavier than I was the first time he told me he loved me. There have been four men since him, and six new apartments. Two roommates, two cats, and one child. Leaning into thirty-five, those numbers are scary. They seem small in the scheme of things when the scheme of things includes light … Read More

She’ll Finally Understand

CheneyParenting, Writing Challenges4 Comments

A few weeks ago my best friend confided in me that she is pregnant. This didn’t come as a surprise, because she and her husband have been actively trying to get pregnant for a while now, but was exciting to news to hear. I felt immediate delight at the thought of getting to snuggle and sniff at some fresh baby … Read More

when you’re alone

CheneyPoetry, Writing Challenges6 Comments

it doesn’t have to be the scariest thing in the world to get out of bed in the morning i know how it feels sometimes, the quickening, the fear, the panic, and how much you would rather crawl back back into a place that feels safe but you don’t have to be afraid all the time

You Can’t Have Love

CheneyPoetry0 Comments

You can’t have love but you can have this kiss out in the rain on Providence Street, you can have this perfect man pressing you up against the kitchen sink whispering in your ear, you’re so beautiful, and you’re only twenty years old then, so you don’t know yet how bleak it will get, that you’ll get to 34 and … Read More

The Russian Invasion

CheneyLife Stories, Writing Challenges0 Comments

The day the Towers came down my grandparents called me from Florida in a near panic, begging me not to go to work that afternoon. I half listened to my grandmother drawl on about how it wasn’t safe to go over the bridge, the bridge could be a target, they might not be done. I laughed to myself quietly, phone … Read More

Trumped.

Cheney366skies, Daily Photo, Fiction, Writing Challenges5 Comments

  “Estos Americanos pueden besar mi culo!” Father cursed at the middle finger America raised with her soil upon our arrival. I had expected clear skies and grand trees and was left bereft. My father, incensed. Dreams trump reality. There’s no turning back.