Dump Refrigerator

Gabrielle Griffis Elliot pried open an olive-green General Electric fridge. The rubber gaskets made a suctioning sound and popped as the door opened. The contents had been rattled into a Jackson Pollock of decomposing food. The plastic containers, still intact, were covered in films of salad dressing, maple syrup, and…

IF MY BOOK: <em>Matriarch Game</em>, Matt Fitzpatrick

IF MY BOOK: Matriarch Game, Matt Fitzpatrick

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 Matt Fitzpatrick writes about his new novel, Matriarch Game, out now from Green Place Books. If Matriarch Game were a ricochet bullet, it would…

APPROPRIATE RESPONSES TO GRIEF

Abbie Barker After her release from the hospital, my sister appears in my front hall with two mesh laundry bags—one light, one dark.  “I didn’t know you were coming.”  “It’s Wednesday. I do laundry on Wednesdays.” I cling to a mug of Earl Grey, still steeping. The milky liquid is…