Laundromat Arithmetic by Mark J. Mitchell
Practicing numbers, he watches her smoke. She stares at nothing: Not him, not the passing red mustang. I’m not (one, two) he thinks (three) thinking about her. A breeze blows blue smoke…
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Writing by Mark J. Mitchell published in Dual Coast Magazine. 6 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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Balancing Act by Mark J. Mitchell
He stood accused of arresting an insight. But no, he objected, he’d only plucked it, lightly, with two slim fingers and, for barely a semi-quaver, held it up to the light. Then…
Dialogue by Mark J. Mitchell
—There is something you’ve forgotten, my friend. —I know. There was a book. —Yes. Small. Gold-bound. —That’s the one. My father’s first, one he found on some shelf in a sad ruined…
Baseball Weather by Mark J. Mitchell
The sky’s scrubbed clean as a five-sided dish. Birds have returned from the south and hold loud confabs in the trees. Moist air is cool and soft as newly oiled cowhide. It’s…
Beach Music by Mark J. Mitchell
She heard a fish song rising out of seaweed. She misunderstood. She thought it called her by name. So she dove in, head first, her good dress ruined. The fish still proclaimed…
Dreaming of Italian Food by Mark J. Mitchell
you belch low in your sleep, curl like tortellini sauced with purple wool, dusted with cream light falling off a romano moon.