Chasing Rainbows

E. Michael Bablin We’re halfway home and I can’t stop watching the rainbow in the rearview. It’s all I want to look at, even though I’m the one driving and Bro is in the passenger seat scrolling through his phone, reading out loud some TikTok drama and then lapsing into silence so the car fillsContinue reading “Chasing Rainbows”

Searching for the great Zuby

Searching for the great Zuby by E. Micheal Bablin We swept into the party in a gust of half-melted snow and enthusiasm, the air still thick with the rumors we’d trailed behind us—dumb, persistent, alive. Even before I’d kicked the slush from my boots, a stranger in a frightened yellow sweater leaned across the jammedContinue reading “Searching for the great Zuby”

concert in the car.

#6 Billy’s eyes are closed as he drives, his body moving with fluidity and grace as he conducts the invisible orchestra. Billy’s eyes are closed, but his facial expression is one of pure bliss. His body sways and moves in fluid motions, almost like he is dancing in his seat. Billy’s body sways and movesContinue reading “concert in the car.”

8 February snow

By the time you get to February, you’re sick of winter. You think of red hearts, valentines, and presidents of the United States, but you’re still in February, and it’s all cold and snow. The Earth is sleeping. Everyone seems to be sleeping; even when they’re walking and talking and walking around very carefully soContinue reading “8 February snow”