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FictionPretty Good Tours, Ltd. Expands Its Base The executive staff of Pretty Good Tours, Ltd. had assembled in the CEO’s office. CEO Francine Fillistin sipped her coffee as she waited for the…
FictionCatch Candace hated playing catch with Doug. She was terrible at it, and felt bad they couldn’t get a decent rhythm going. She was always missing the ball as it sailed just…
Poetry(1945) Cold, like the basement Brought upstairs in the winter, Steaming a while, hiding its Treasures then using the Snow for a blanket, Was the world in 1945. The guns finished Their…
PoetryDaybreak in Manhattan At daybreak, Cool and misty even in Manhattan, Garage doors open And the horns fill the air On 5th Avenue. More dense than bees on honey combs, Taxis say…
PoetryUntitled Cinquain moonlit cherry petals under fireflies and stars the love I still believe will come risen
PoetryMama Says Hold this, mama says & I do; wads of lace with grass stains growing deep, dirty red-white anklets with holes at the heels, scuffed plastic white shoes. Soles worn out,…
FictionTransformer Wife Last night, this husband fixed lunch for the next day. I thought I’d be nice. Admittedly, not a really complicated recipe–two ingredients, chicken and crock pot. That’s it. Place chicken…
PoetryUntitled let us have the light left within awaken lifted and renewed clear eyes sight-smoothed hands full of loved ones amidst a simplified day bringing into our homes the churning genesis of…
PoetryUntitled indifferently an interstate bridge spans over abandoned ruins of the old homestead repeating quietly to no one but myself “grandpa. . . grandma and grandpa”
PoetryHow Strange is this Sun Kissed Winter The almost unrecognizable anthills are noticed By sparrows upon telephone poles whose eyes shift across pregnant continents I am about to take that journey to…
PoetryUnbeknownst to Her I am starting to understand this patchwork river whose Petals are haunted by my favorite red butterflies Oft reincarnated in the pencil tracings of a pirate’s bounty In the…
FictionA Fair Trade Jordan looked out at the flat expanse of Kansas before him. He heard that long ago, plants used to grow here in endless uniform rows. Everyone knew nothing could…
Fiction“ Tibu to mmm’aane , what am I?” The lanky old man still strong in body and mind shields his eyes from the piercing afternoon sun and asks, “Whatever do you mean,…
FictionPorcelain Never Leaves If we referred to any of our mother’s treasures as “junk,” it was a slap on the mouth. “I’m a collector,” she’d say. Me and my younger sister Beth,…
FictionRearview Mirror Afternoon sun reflected through the common area windows. Melvin sat with his wheelchair backed near a corner. All of his war buddies had passed away, and most of the guys…
PoetryThe Inferno I gravitate toward the people Who have been through hardships. The people who have pondered Taking their own life. The people who have chosen Knives and razor blades Defacing their…
FictionProcession In retrospect, it was the worst mistake Rebecca had ever made. She ruined a man’s life. It pained her to admit that because she learned to never regret anything in the…
FictionOK? Cupid? “Why am I here again?” I mumble to myself as I futz with my wine glass. I’m sitting in a small booth encased in a musty velvet curtain. The lighting…
PoetryAll Journeys are Metaphors The winter sea makes blades of every northern wind of every breaking wave of every crystal of sand I breathe spells from the land as gray as fog…
FictionGuardian I stand outside my king’s palace, my stone body towering over the city. My brother is to my right. I can hear him sometimes in the silence of the night. There,…