August 2025 – Okay Donkey
4 posts published by steve c and okaydonkey7 during August 2025| Okay Donkey
4 posts published by steve c and okaydonkey7 during August 2025| Okay Donkey
Jordyn Damato is a writer, lover, dreamer, in that order. She is currently an MFA fiction candidate at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio. Her work has appeared in Brilliant Flash Fiction and Bullshit Lit. Her favorite thing to do is hug.| Okay Donkey
I act like a train should be sleep and sleep should be easy but sleep is only on the far side of this conundrum, producing a world in which snowplows scoop up our lamplit remains after and push us into piles. I felt like asking you, do you own all the planets? Or are you … Continue reading Blue Persons by Emily Wittenhagen| Okay Donkey
The soccer field was a miracle, an oval of fenced-in grass behind a middle school, where she could train her new small dog, play with it until it trusted her, understood their togetherness. She hop…| Okay Donkey
bring me lord a herd of teeth big as buffalo to wrap around this apple. i ask so little, really—eight hours for sleep, eight hours outside, eight hours for what i will. what i will is water, mostly hot, to sit in til i’m decent. what i won’t is die working. i won’t shut up … Continue reading feelings come & go but teeth are forever by Kristin Lueke| Okay Donkey
My mother died of a massive stroke, but she swears she didn’t. Dropped down dead right there at the breakfast buffet, then climbed back up to her feet—pardon me, she said to the coveralled man behi…| Okay Donkey
Everything starts with a start. You emerge from the lake in August, a toddler covered with silt. The neighbor’s mastiff cleans your face and noses you to the glass of cold milk on the porch. An hour later you’re nine, wearing a Scout uniform and no longer thirsty. In the crook of a linden tree … Continue reading Time Only Looks Human by Lynne Jensen Lampe| Okay Donkey
It was a strange time for us all. My mother, always a confident woman, acted odd her whole pregnancy. Was nervous from noon to night. My father, a nonstop talker, was silent. And I had what t…| Okay Donkey
(In the dream) my mother wasn’t angry and she made a sort of breakfast out of photographs. I went out through the window and set my toes to the slope of the roof. The sound of frying felt at any rate neutral. In the (dream) three bears were accompanied by a fourth of greater ferocity. … Continue reading Breakfast, 3 a.m. by Dawn Macdonald| Okay Donkey
Loie Hollowell, Two centimetres dilated, 2023 I’m telling Ben about the heist I read about, how she distracted the security guard while he went upstairs and plucked a painting off the gallery wall. ‘De Kooning!’ I crow. It still thrills me. ‘No one even knew until they died!’ It’s late. Ben watches me from the … Continue reading Gallery by Jane O’Sullivan| Okay Donkey
in a dream, i perform the butterfly concerto with the silhouette of a man familiar, but not yet known. in a dream, a white rabbit with a mouthful of jade approaches and asks if i remember the story…| Okay Donkey
