PoetryBottled Beer By Jacob Mercer
Ninkasi and Enki know nothing of the joys I’ve imbibed Through their cure of the father’s wounds. That warm glow, Unmistaken in a crowd of public tavern-ry Or in my living room…
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PoetryI Want More of You By Daniel Ari
I’d pulled out that conversational quaffle: would you rather play every instrument or speak every language fluently? It went around. The people you’d guess would answer first did so; then you said,…
PoetryI Decide to Attend the Services By Mike Nichols
The falsity. All of us instant saints the second our hearts stop. Like a reverse muffin mix, just remove life. Toss out tainted blueberries.
PoetryAmaranthine By Cynthia Sharp
When all of my beauty is gone and I’m an old hermit poet, last wisps of hair letting go to the wind, I’ll still be dreaming of the life we would have…
PoetryHenry By Lowell Jaeger
Not much , I say when my wife asks if I think about loved ones gone to their graves. She’s jolted with sorrow, she says, in a crowd when her grandmother’s eyes…
PoetryThe Honesty of Hands By Tommasina Domel
All the words in all the worlds can never confess more than my hands. Read my hands like a tome. Feel the terrain with your fingers like braille. See the constellations like…
HumorQuid Pro Quo By Bill DeArmond
She gave me a CD single and I sent her a CD album Then she offered me two singles And I sent her two albums. Today She visited my home and counted…
HumorSpeaking Truth to Power By Mike Coste
If I see you standing on an unstable chair with a noose around your neck, I may feel an obligation to let you know that you are standing on an unstable chair…
FictionBalance By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore
Owen squeezed through the open window, feet first, and carefully lowered himself onto the awaiting limb. He’d watched his daughter do this years ago when she was young and wild and obviously…
FictionHi! How Are You? By Anita G. Gorman
Martha was getting tired of it. Tired of all the people who no longer said hi, but always said, “Hi, how are you?” When did it become a requirement to ask everyone…
FictionWhere’s Molly? By Andrew Miller
Anxious travelers clustered around the counter, piles of suitcases strewn throughout the lobby, blasts of cold air from the entranceway, the guttural rasping of snow plows as they clattered down the street.…
NonfictionUnder His Spell By Andrew Miller
Well over six-feet-tall and with flowing white hair, Senator Moynihan was an imposing figure. Witty and quick to smile, erudite and well-spoken, he filled a room. And now, he had me in…
NonfictionDaybreak on Bleecker Street By Diana Leo
I spent the entire afternoon with my favorite aunt on the day before she died. Her name was Etta, but for reasons unknown, her sisters, my mother included, always called her Pan,…
FictionNight Chill By Suzanne Cottrell
As first-time parents, sleep deprived Matt and Margot were over protective, checking on Lizzy numerous times throughout the night. Even though they had a baby monitor and guardian Golden Retriever, Sherman, they…
FictionSunday is Always Tomorrow By Jim Gustafson
But since reform’d by what we did amiss We, by our sufferings, learn to prize our bliss. ~Astraea Redux, John Dryden Father McNally is 40 and without hope. He can’t show it.…
FictionA Cup of Tea By Bruce Levine
“Would you like a cup of tea?” It was an innocuous enough line. Tiffany Braxton read and re-read the single line she had written. It was perfectly simple and said what it…
NonfictionPlaying it Forward: A Pup’s Perspective By Patricia Rossi
My name….Flanagan. I weigh eighteen pounds. Well, to be exact, eighteen pounds, nine ounces. My humble origins, the spaniel. Yes, the spaniel. My mom’s heritage, she reigns from the esteemed and noble…
FictionGarlic Boy By Jonathan B. Ferrini
The screams and cries are loudest at night, and they aggravate the inmates who encourage the predators and fantasize about the fate of the prey. It isn’t long before “Om Mani Padme…
FictionLegendary By Alyssa Murphy
I wasn’t quite sure why my boss decided that Thursday-night karaoke would be a real moneymaker. Then again, Laura was prone to unusual decisions that worked better than anyone expected (see: serving…
FictionDriving Home By Nina Clapperton
The deserted highway was lit only by our headlights as the car sped towards Toronto. It seemed that no one else had planned to drive back to the city after consuming copious…