Pictures We Hate
by Charles Harper Webb

Cash-strapped in China, where they want more white faces on TV, Meg stands in shorts and chef’s hat, stirring chicken in a wok. “MSG! MSG! Good for you! Good for me,” she squeaks, totally (viewers can’t hear, of course) off key. Spread-eagled on a pale blue floor accessorized with mirrors, posters, and photos of open … Continue reading Pictures We Hate
by Charles Harper Webb

Dad, My Nipples Hurt
by Charles Harper Webb

Now the drawbridge lifts, boyhood left diddling Legos on the other side. Now Hun-like hormones start their thundering ride. Studying puberty at school, he thought he was immune, voice still shrill as a girl’s. Now—soon!—sweaty armpit-and-crotch-trolls will turn their cranks and squeeze out hair. Soon seeds of life will spurt at night. The signal-fires girls … Continue reading Dad, My Nipples Hurt
by Charles Harper Webb