Issue #3: Guilty Pleasures

Issue 3 of Embryo Concepts
Published on February 15, 2021

A Veteran of Love and Self-Pity

By Shieva Salehnia No one writes as beautiful of words for meas they do for the damned.The heartbreak, more beautiful than the bloom. It ain’t every day Paris of Troy comes knocking,even if his timing’s off.He says he hadn’t had that much to drink.And for me,everything’s tipping and falling. It’s hard to forget how goodContinue reading “A Veteran of Love and Self-Pity”

Next Morning, Picking Blueberries

By Karla Linn Merrifield In ready fruit, fruition:warm, plumpas nipplesto finger,to thumb,to palm,to tongue,once nimbly poppedin open mouth —one tender nibble—plush the explosion. I swallow blueberries wholebecause I was as I was.

Cast Iron Skillet

By Sarah Henry A TV cook says,“If you don’t havea cast iron skillet,you have no life!”He waves his ownto warn the viewers. Mine is used forbaking cornbread.Southern style lackssugar. A new typehas added protein.Another’s madesweet with honey.I want all three. I love the wetblend of eggsand cornmealsliding throughmy mouth easily.Guilty pleasuresmean carb bombs,not Keto fare.Continue reading “Cast Iron Skillet”

Blunderland

By Ben Nardolilli Trying to turn my room into a positive place,A house where yes is heard more than no,And all of the swears come from a place of joy,So far, I’m starting small, saying FUCKAnd SHIT whenever I reach a solitary climax,Then saying nothing when I stub my toe Has it made the spaceContinue reading “Blunderland”

My Quarantine Birthday

By Kate Pashby we entered the virtual strip clubor rather, we all played the prerecordedstrip show at the same timehalf a dozen queers in thesolitude of our own homes I Venmoed the hottest strippera redhead with thigh-highblack boots and nipple ringsand she messaged me soon after“Was this a mistake?I don’t think we know each other”beforeContinue reading “My Quarantine Birthday”

Temptation

By Dana May I am a squeamish person. My body overreacts to certain triggers, causing my heart rate and blood pressure to drop suddenly. I learned the technical name for this—vasovagal syncope—following an ER visit after fainting while driving. Thinking too much about something stuck in my eye sparked that particular episode. After CAT scans,Continue reading “Temptation”

Window with a View

By Joseph Markell It’s dark outside. The metal window frame is cold, and I have to be careful not to breathe too heavily or too close to the glass. I don’t want to fog the window and block my view. I observe the hundreds of buildings in my view, lain out before me like dimlyContinue reading “Window with a View”

Years

*after Dick Laurie By Janice S. Fuller How do I forgive the passage of years,the melancholy of remindersas I sit in Starbucks writing. Businessmen do deals,tutors teach their students,nurses study for exams,loners treasure time alone.Espresso squirts a whssssh!Adele serenades us. Laughter, squealsof babies rocked in car seats by their mothers.Doors slam. Suddenly I’m disoriented atContinue reading “Years”

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