THE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR SUIT – By Linda Boroff
The Hundred Thousand Dollar SuitBy Linda Boroff
“I wish the Asteroid would just put us out of our misery already,” David said, raising his arms to beckon the night...
BABY AND JOE – By Vince Barry
BABY AND JOEBy Vince Barry
Sherwood Anderson—I’m always reading something or other by ’m. I don’t know why. Maybe ’cause he raised his bed, an’ I do, too. Only...
BOOK OF JOE – By Chris Wright
THE BOOK OF JOEBy Chris Wright I think it would be wise to write a short preface to the following little piece I wrote approximately ten years ago. This literary experiment, basically a...
UNRAVELING – By Niikah Hatfield
UNRAVELINGBy Niikah Hatfield
Down the street, rubber soles slapping against the pavement and squelching in the little places where there is water. One of the laces has come untied,...
AMERICAN PIE – By R.C. Savoie
AMERICAN PIEBy R.C. Savoie
It was a pretty big deal the first time the Honk for Peace woman got run over. This was eight years ago, when Lucius was ten, back...
HOUSEPLANT FUNERALS – By Robert Keast
HOUSEPLANT FUNERALSBy Robert Keast
“Would bagpipes be possible?” Mrs. Stewart asked.“Of course.”“You could arrange that?”“Certainly,” I said.And I can. Honoring such requests is what I am called to do.“Could...
BURIED – By Rachel Cohen
BURIEDBy Rachel Cohen
Polina's hair flares to my left. Who wears hair like that to a funeral? A comet of a foxtail amid the mourners - dark like...
AURORA – By Robert Gamer
AURORABy Robert Gamer
How I found myself driving a casket truck for a living remains quite a chronicle.- Now don’t get me wrong! I have nothing against truck drivers...