Stories by Hilary Rasch
"The king puts a long but graceful arm around his man / They walk together, plotting"
"I matter not to the tree / And the tree is unmoved by my thought / But by the wind."
“My paper is going well,” the daughter said. “I may finish it soon. I’m gonna reveal the world to itself, explain my generation.”
Spurred by the overpowering summertime heat, a woman ruminates over her mistakes, both past and present.
"I was of the opinion that religion would provide structure in my little daughter's life. I still think that, sort of, but something went wrong."
"The first time that Counselor Brian asked Kitty to sit in his lap, the girl did not really want to."
Now that they have returned to my plain sight/ With buzzing and their humming and their sighs/ I wonder if they ever left at all.
Suddenly, the bathroom floor was covered in white, shiny bubbles.