FictionMarriage Place by Will Hearn
Places are like photographs. Your first visit somewhere is the snapshot, and every visit thereafter just adds shadow, highlight, or a frame around what you already know. Like with meeting people, first…
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FictionThe Grey Town by Ewa Mazierska
When Alex and I visit our summer apartment in Kinghorn, there’s always something that doesn’t work and isn’t easy to fix. This time it was the hot water boiler, and the only…
FictionThe Scream by Gloria g. Murray
When I awoke the morning of my seventieth birthday. I knew I was no longer alive. Every part of me seemed so light under the sheets. I tried to move each limb…
FictionEveryday Signs by Samantha Pilecki
When signs come, follow them. Coincidences exist, but so do smack-you-over-the-head directives. There are everyday signs, so clear you can’t ignore them. Anything can be the key to a Narnia. Any spider…
PoetryForever by Rachel Zempel
growing commotion voices loud, soft, far, and near children excitedly running past; adults casually strolling behind them fresh tracks in the snow where green foliage had been replaced by glistening white crystals…
PoetryElk Call by Sarah Summerson
Allen stood on the banister of the wrap around porch the pink and purple spindles of what the neighbors called the Christmas house on account of all the lights he cupped his…
PoetrySome Time Ago Yesterday by Claire Scott
trail of pants shirts underwear your plaid boxers my lacy bra lips tongues teeth frantic, pressing bodies burning slick with sweat encore une fois until we fall into tangled sleep ~~~OOO~~~ some…
PoetryNot Exactly Florence Nightingale by Claire Scott
that’s you not me in the white bed, white board with the name of today’s on-duty nurse: Mahalia Reyes me in my gym clothes and Asics running shoes still pink from exertion…
PoetryBulky Pickup by Claire Scott
Without a doubt my favorite day of the year no need to buy presents, send sappy cards or FTD flowers no need to make another too-dried-out turkey with sausage stuffing no one…
PoetryExpectations by Grace Lu
expectations are a dangerous game prefacing 2 a.m. thoughts 4 a.m. wakes 6 a.m. alarms and 8 a.m. lattes always expecting something out of nothing but getting nothing out of everything expecting…
PoetryHere for the Food by Tim Wenzell
My grandfather left my father’s family In the middle of a cold night in 1933. He said he was going out for coal. That was two years ago and on the day…
FictionDevil’s Bird Comes Ahead of Bad Weather by Jamey Genna
Toki and I are sitting on the beach at Half Moon Bay when he spots a devil’s bird. Toki says, “Look, there’s a devil’s bird.” I look in the direction he points…
FictionThe Lost Belt by Jamey Genna
She was looking for the belt that said Jim on the back of it, the belt with the scorpion belt buckle. It was black-and-grey leather, handmade in the ‘70s, the name Jim…
FictionClean Fill Needed by Erin Smith
Elwood lifted the withered, wood board from the tall weeds and propped it against the sagging fence. The black, uneven letters dripped down the jagged sign: “CLEAN FILL NEEDED.” He absently plucked…
FictionA Red Light District by Isaac Eustice
I walked back to her condo in the rain. Well, technically it wasn’t her condo, it was her roommate’s condo, Antony. His mother owned it and rented it out to him, and…
FictionGold Teeth by Bill Melton
My paternal grandmother had a full set of dentures. What I remember most about her teeth were the two prominent gold ones you saw every time she smiled. As curious children are…
FictionOur Lady of the Harbor by Robert Walton
The woman’s corpse clutched a tattered blanket in already skeletal fingers. Pink ponies cavorted between smudges of mud and blood. She was somewhere between forty and eighty, but death made her seem…