Stories by Hilary Rasch

Hilary Rasch,

"The king puts a long but graceful arm around his man / They walk together, plotting"

Hilary Rasch,

"I matter not to the tree / And the tree is unmoved by my thought / But by the wind."

Hilary Rasch,

A boy and his grandfather have their eyes on the prize at an arcade.

Hilary Rasch,

Well, truth be told, you wouldn’t know.

Hilary Rasch,

A woman has an affair while her little girl hallucinates.

Hilary Rasch,

“My paper is going well,” the daughter said. “I may finish it soon. I’m gonna reveal the world to itself, explain my generation.”

Hilary Rasch,

Spurred by the overpowering summertime heat, a woman ruminates over her mistakes, both past and present.

Hilary Rasch,

"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."

Hilary Rasch,

"The first time that Counselor Brian asked Kitty to sit in his lap, the girl did not really want to."

Hilary Rasch,

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.

Hilary Rasch,

This couple takes "destructive relationship" to a whole new level.

Hilary Rasch,

Suddenly, the bathroom floor was covered in white, shiny bubbles.

Hilary Rasch,

A morning spent with her grandmother makes Tanya take another look at herself.