Category Archives: Stacy Allen

Music is my longing. The language I dream, but cannot write. I lose it, consequentially. What if life were like that? What if I could not pause to write and remember? Would it all disappear into forgottenness? Or would I … Continue reading →

Once upon a time there was a bad haircut. She wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t lie flat, wouldn’t curl. Her head said, “Why must you behave so poorly?” Her head punished her with hot wind, a hot iron, and with chemicals, but … Continue reading →

everywhere people before me in queue red face brown hair white man muttering about this goddamn system waste of his time frantically jabbing at his (no reception in this building) Blackberry i wish i needed a different line don’t want … Continue reading →

Dear Ms. Reller: This is the last time you will receive a written notice from us. Your animals must be removed from the premises immediately. Failure to honor this request will result in another call to Animal Control. Enclosed please … Continue reading →

I should have seen it coming when she put the dish soap in my coffee. Or on my 38th birthday. She fixed a cake loaded with coconut. (Disgusting! I shiver when I think about it.) I’m not allergic or anything; … Continue reading →