Tag Archives: Love

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

Fiction by

If you’re willing to pay for it, in that part of the country you can have a person’s entire bedroom set along with all their clothes incinerated with the body. more

Mermaid and Seaworm

Mermaid and Seaworm

Fiction by

She said her hair was red as blood, and he said it already was the color of a penny and he liked to picture it the way it was.more

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

Fiction by

At the final word he looks sad, perhaps recalling his first love (jam), but his observation lingers across the sticky plastic table and your children, at once, come to a realization that all is not right in their world. That their parent is either a liar or, worst, fraudulent.more

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

Fiction by

I reach for your hand, but you pull away, sweat splattering across the ground. You shoot me a questioning look and I pretend to read about how ostriches don’t actually stick their heads into the ground. It shouldn’t be a big deal. But it’s hot and I hate the zoo. Maybe, I should just smilemore

The River Comes and Comes

The River Comes and Comes

Fiction by

“You remember what I promised?”

“I do.”

“What I promise?” he asked.

“You said, ‘Baby, I love you and I will love you until this river runs out. Until Tennessee and Arkansas kiss across the mud.’ Don’t you remember what I said, Papa?”

“You said: Baby, I’ll be with you until the birds fall out the sky.”more

Waiting For Her Man

Waiting For Her Man

Fiction by

A woman waits for her man.more

Fur

Fur

Fiction by

The doorbell rang and I stepped outside and bloodied my sheepskin slippers in dead squirrel parts. I saw her Volvo speed off, filling the street with the goosey honking of its horn. I wrapped the squirrel carcass in the ruined doormat and tossed both in the trash. I didn’t know what else to domore

Curable by Marriage

Curable by Marriage

Essay by

“You can’t start here, you can’t admit this to anyone, for fear they’ll doubt your love is real…” more

Dog

Dog

Fiction by

“Have you ever shot anything before?” Mary aimed the gun at Byron’s foot, and watched him step back. “You can kiss me again.”more

Many Ways to Find Out

Many Ways to Find Out

Fiction by

I might have let timidity be my guide had Hannie not started in with her Saturday sojourns. She just started disappearing. I would be in the backyard mowing the lawn or moving boxes into the attic. I would return to the kitchen for something or to make lunch and she would be gone.more