Posts by Amy Stuber

Grunt Work photo
June 18, 2020 | Fiction

Grunt Work

Amy Stuber

Bill looked like a hundred people I’d taken rides from: flannel shirt, sunburned, open-air Jeep, someone resigned enough to take on a hitchhiker and think, if you pull a knife on me in the next mile, I can live with that.

The Clean photo
July 16, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour

The Clean

Amy Stuber

Anthology
The Clean
Released 1/21/2003
MERGE
134:52

It’s from a distance that I see them, and they look exactly like what they are: late-middle-aged used-to-be-but-still-are musicians

Swimming photo
January 22, 2019 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Swimming

Amy Stuber

I’m a white middle-aged mom driving through a mainly white college town listening to a now-dead Jewish hip-hop artist whose video for “Self-Care,” released right around the time of his death featured him trapped in a coffin. I’m older now than I’ve ever been. Obviously. Who cares.

Jesus Says Come As You Are photo
October 9, 2018 | Fiction

Jesus Says Come As You Are

Amy Stuber

Wear the T-shirt that says “Sparkle for the Lord” in glitter instead of the one with the monster truck that you hide in your camp trunk.