What is your earliest memory as a writer? A series of memories, really. I was a kid who was overlooked at home, and was always seeking approval from other adults. I wanted so much for my teachers to love me. I think back to being a child after class, leaving behind stories and poems on… Read More The Lucien Desar Interview of Patricia Q. Bidar
Originally published by Okay Donkey on June 7, 2019. Art by Kristy Evans. Mignon, as always, wants to know what I’m thinking. I’ve finally agreed to meet her in person, at the Berkeley Art Museum. The new one, with its blinding white walls and tomato-hued doors and echoey stairwells. A basement café with wine and… Read More The Angle of Depression by Patricia Q. Bidar
Originally published by The Citron Review on September 25, 2018. Randy and Taiko are standing at the chimp habitat. Taiko doesn’t recall the sight of the chimps ever affecting her this way. They just look so miserable. One perches atop a fat jutting pole. Rounded like driftwood. Do apes heave sighs? This one looks about… Read More Buckets by Patricia Q. Bidar
This story was originally published by Wigleaf on November 21, 2018. They were newlyweds. I was the interloper. Swan diving into their Fourth-of-July barbeque. Vitalized by three Bloody Marys, I’d called a cab. Walked into the Baldwin Hills mock Tudor without knocking. Strode up to the host in my fitted retro sundress and punched him… Read More Hot Dogs by Patricia Q. Bidar
