by Trudi Young Taylor

The Hot Bed

I am tidying up the hot bed, laying moon’s quilt over our bodies’ sodden imprint…

The Trouble With Dating

I must confess to being a lousy human being and the female equivalent of an unethical schmuck..

Want: Memories of an Ocean

He said he couldn’t want me, but in the blurred morality of morning, I tiptoed into his bedroom. I had dreamt of him…

The Pickle Story

Where the heroine goes to synagogue and performs the Heimlich maneuver