Jax and Alma By Carol Jones
Jax saw Alma’s head resting on her arm, flat on the cool surface of her desk. Her hair covered her...
Read MoreMay 15, 2017 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #5
Jax saw Alma’s head resting on her arm, flat on the cool surface of her desk. Her hair covered her...
Read MoreMay 15, 2017 | From the Archives, Issue #5, Nonfiction
My aunt knew something—I was sure of that. But what did she know? I was only ten, and I knew very...
Read MoreMay 15, 2017 | From the Archives, Issue #5, Poetry
Maybe there are two of you and you have yet to separate or you’re disoriented,...
Read MoreMay 15, 2017 | From the Archives, Issue #5, Poetry
Desperately semaphoring...
Read Moreascending from the depths of sleeping before new dawn lifts the curtain of darkness a...
Read MoreIn an exhausted room darkness oozes from corners to gather around my chair A candle...
Read MoreMay 15, 2017 | Issue #5, Nonfiction
There are defining moments in our lives, some are monumental, others tainted in hues of...
Read More1 It was the night of the Democratic primary in 1970. We were delirious! Bella Abzug had just...
Read MoreSep 14, 2016 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #4
The November moon was high overhead, making the treetops and field look silver. I went out to see...
Read MoreSep 14, 2016 | Issue #4, Living Well
Bow-tie pasta (farfalle) is great in dishes with intense fragrances and flavors. It really holds...
Read MoreSep 14, 2016 | Issue #4, Living Well
What some call a 17-year problem, we call delicious! For best results, catch ‘em while they’re...
Read MoreQuibids.com The Real Story – An Investigatory Review of Quibids.com and Its Practices...
Read MoreSep 14, 2016 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #4
Detour “Did you bring the baby’s bottle?” “Of course I did. Did you put the diapers in the...
Read MoreSep 14, 2016 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #4
Dredging “They’re draining Jackson Pond,” my wife says, and I almost spray my Fruit Loops....
Read MoreSep 13, 2016 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #4
Delaney’s Pansies Delaney had spent his entire life trying to make the world a more beautiful...
Read MoreSep 13, 2016 | From the Archives, Issue #4, Poetry
I Shake My Head because when I ask her what the emergency is, she tells me her 11 year old son...
Read MoreSep 12, 2016 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #4
Emerging Adulthood Old Age Frightens Me During the last few years of his life, Grandad used...
Read MoreSep 10, 2016 | From the Archives, Issue #4, Nonfiction
Polaroid Umbrella A pink candle perfectly centered atop a birthday cake, a cake my mother...
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