Contributions by Seth Brady Tucker

Issue 24 | Winter 2020

Our Measures in Potential, and Their Lack

By | Fiction

I have purposefully brewed a pot of tea in her favorite oriental kettle even though she will want to take it, used the malformed cup her nephew made for her when we moved in together. It says, β€œTo Ants,” which was once a cute misspelling of β€œTwo Aunts.” Now, it seems like a prognostication for why our relationship would ultimately crumble: I spent too much time poring over my essays devoted to the rhetoric of female orgasms, and Angeline just spent too much time gardening.