Stories

“Shorn”

July 25, 2015 // 1 Comment

By Stefanie Levine Cohen Mother presses her index finger into her daughter’s ponytail. She notices it is taking longer to dry now that it is removed from the girl’s head than it did when attached. Three days have passed since the cutting, and the hair is still damp, or else surprisingly cold. Two-and-a-half inches across the top [Read more...]

Silenced

December 7, 2014 // 1 Comment

It’s 1865 and I live in Mississippi. I am a slave. My family has been enslaved as long as I can remember, but that’s just to white men. The kind of slavery I’m talking about is somethin’ else. I am tall, thin, and worn. I do my job, don’t cause no trouble and hope to get outta this life as quickly and painlessly as possible. Best to [Read more...]

Venus de Madre

December 6, 2014 // 0 Comments

It’s almost moving day. The boxes are partly packed and the walls are naked. Without paintings and family photos as camouflage, I can see all the scratches and dings we created over the years. Here, you threw a picture book into the wall—you wanted me to read a different one. There, the mirror chipped when I dropped it. I was hanging [Read more...]

Lucky Lady

December 5, 2014 // 5 Comments

It’s been fifteen years now that I’ve been changing the dining room chandelier light bulbs. Fifteen years of paying the bills and sitting in the driver’s seat of the large blue Buick and cooking for one. Fifteen years since making the bed meant smoothing the covers and plumping the pillow on my side only. I know when Eddie [Read more...]

Surrender

December 4, 2014 // 3 Comments

In childbirth, the final stage of labor before pushing out the baby is called transition. You get to the point where your contractions are so bad—intense, they call it, or productive—that you realize you are completely at the mercy of some higher power. Nature, biology, god, hell…call it what you want. There is no rest for the weary, no [Read more...]

Zenia

December 3, 2014 // 0 Comments

  When the sun descends from the top of the sky to the place we cannot see beyond the horizon, its glare is greater than human eyes can withstand. Its light reflects off the sea, magnificent and blinding. Glorious is the golden orb, relentless in its course across the sky and down, down to its resting place beyond our discernment. Tears [Read more...]

Softening Edges

December 2, 2014 // 0 Comments

  It was unexpectedly calm at the precipice. Chase studied the yellow-green blades of new grass that poked through the sparse soil that barely covered the jagged rocky edge of the mountain. Delicate and strong. Enticing and foreboding. The paradox of the natural world. Sitting on the edge and dangling his legs, he noted how the soft, [Read more...]

Shorn

December 1, 2014 // 0 Comments

Stefanie’s newest story, “Shorn,” has been published in the Fall issue of Storyscape Journal . [Read more...]