PURBLIND – By Tara Fritz
PURBLINDBy Tara Fritz
I had never been so cold before.I wanted to say it out loud, give voice to my restless thoughts, but I knew it would never be heard over the slap of water...
THE RAIN – By Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz
THE RAINBy Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz
The rain was coming down hard and clicked lightly and constantly against the glass. The wind was blowing so strongly that it rushed the clouds in a hurry across the sky,...
THE MISSING STAR OF CANCER – By Heather Whited
THE MISSING STAR OF CANCERBy Heather Whited
Augusta and Eleanor could see the lights on the Christmas tree through the fabric of the tent they had set up on the front porch; flickering dots whose...
SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL V – By Alex R. Encomienda
SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL VBy Alex R. Encomienda
Sometimes life told stories in strange cases and the complexity of its subject was overlooked despite the story having a solid underlying meaning. It was no wonder...
THE DESERT SWALLOWS THE RIVER – By Krista Diamond
THE DESERT SWALLOWS THE RIVERBy Krista Diamond
The waitress at the empty diner in Sanderson had fake nails on her fingers and a gun on her hip. I sat alone and ate a hamburger and...
THE ROME CLUB – By Leah Sackett
THE ROME CLUBBy Leah Sackett
There were six of them, each there for the same reason: Big Mike, Vince, Joe, Tommy, Sal, and Frank. The Rome Club was an old country tradition. They had buried...
SUPERMARKET PAPERBACK – By Mike Dorman
SUPERMARKET PAPERBACKBy Mike Dorman
Fifty miles west of Bloomington lies Hillsboro, a monument to middle-class malaise. A fifteen-mile break from the real world, a stucco strip mall oasis in the vast Midwest horizon. The...
THE COMEBACKS – By Monique Gagnon German
THE COMEBACKSBy Monique Gagnon German
By the time she’s 10, Cami knows the main trails in and out of Grampy’s woods pretty well, even though they span more than a hundred acres. The main trail...
SANCTUARY – By Heide Arbitter
SANCTUARYBy Heide Arbitter
They took the birds away. That was the last hint. They were unattractive birds, loud and sad looking, with feathers plucked bloody and wings hanging helplessly. But, these birds were his joy,...
NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY – By Ed Meek
NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARYBy Ed Meek
In the summer of 1985, I was painting triple-deckers in Roxbury, Massachusetts. I came up from Carol, Pennsylvania, which is where I grew up. People ask me where Carol is...