WHAT DID YOU DO? BY REBECCA COHEN Trigger Warning: This story alludes to childhood sexual assault. In second grade a neighbor kid invited me over to show off how well…
THIS WORLD BY REBECCA COHEN Riverbank refuge, where nobody says I don’t belong. Where there are no words at all. My ears rest into rustling leaves, flowing water, crickets. Into the…
Angel's Lament BY REBECCA COHEN Michael, I swear, some days I just want to rip off these wings, toss the halo, and go drive a bus or something. City bus,…
FIREWALK BY REBECCA COHEN Firewalk IThe witch in the blue hockey bus. She of the round tarot cards, the friendly insults over backgammon, tea poured from the bill of a porcelain…
Sucker Punch BY REBECCA COHEN Trigger Warning: Mention of incest/genetic sexual attraction The summer before eighth grade—the summer after mom married the boyfriend who’d moved in six years before—I’d escaped…
Why I'm Still Here By Rebecca Cohen I survived.I lived.I grew.Despite the howling void, the nothing place.Despite my landing—ripped from home—in terror made of foreign tongueof never rightof you were…
CONVERSATION WITH CLAUDIA BY REBECCA COHEN I’d been watching her, this girl, my stepdaughter, for three years. Feeling her. Feeding her. Here she was, curled at the other end of…