When a Bone Shatters

Eshani Surya You are nine, unskilled on the monkey bars, but you don’t watch the placement of your hands. Other kids scream and chase a kickball, but you are not invited; chafing velcro leaves a razed sliver of skin behind on your neck, but no matter. You like to wear…

Mother-Daughter

Kathryn Kulpa The smell hits first. It always does. Diaper pail ammonia mixed with lion cage, meat and blood and wild. She slams her face against the bars. That’s always the worst, not because they won’t hold—they always do—but the heedlessness, the willingness to split a lip, to lose a…

IF MY BOOK: <em>Till We Become Monsters</em>, Amanda Headlee

IF MY BOOK: Till We Become Monsters, Amanda Headlee

 Welcome to another installment of If My Book, the Monkeybicycle feature in which authors shed light on their recently released books by comparing them to weird things. This week Amanda Headlee writes about her debut novel, Till We Become Monsters, out now from Woodhall Press. If Till We Become Monsters…