ARTWRITING

Before she even recognized Charlie, Joely had been watching him from her table at Corner Bakery while he waited on line at the counter....

Joely painted a horse with a rainbow tail, and her brother screamed that horses didn’t have rainbow tails and ripped it. Joley wanted to...

I said I’d only post the work of living artists, but I’m breaking my own rule. Today is the anniversary of David Rakoff’s death. Most...

Robbie tweezed a crayon and placed it on the table top so it balanced on the flat end. Then he reached for another and placed it a few...

His face belongs on a wall in the Uffizi, so I focus instead on the ease with which his stomach muscles support his back. It’s not his...

For now, the pain in Joely’s stomach was subtle, like distant rumblings of thunder. Francine pushed her hair out of her eyes and took...

Any minor occurrence could destabilize Robbie —milk turned sour, a late-afternoon thunderstorm that postponed the start of the Cubs game,...

The dispassionate agents gratuitously flashed their badges and a meaningless piece of paper. The yellow block letters on their jackets...

Before she climbed the last rung, Joley stopped and took in the world from her new vantage point. She’d never climbed that high before...

Although her bed was perennially unmade, Joley’s apartment wasn’t dirty or messy. It was simply disregarded. The functional furniture was...

Robbie wanted a jello cup. But Robbie had a jello cup. It was right in front of him on the Formica counter. Dora had put it there 15...

The Inspirational Vines By Bellamy Ashley was in her painting room and was really struggling on what she wanted to paint next. She looked...

She’d developed an uncanny awareness of her movements and how they provoked unwarranted sounds. With each step, she modulated the...