MISS CRAMICKLE by Geoffrey Heptonstall
MISS CRAMICKLEby Geoffrey Heptonstall
How could I forget the year we were taught by Miss Amy Carmichael? I ask myself this because I heard news of her yesterday. How...
SORTING THROUGH CLAMS by David Weinberger
SORTING THROUGH CLAMSby David H Weinberger
I am sitting next to my father’s bed as he sleeps. He is ten days into Hospice care and has become frail since...
STRANGE FRUIT REVISITED by Alberto Ramirez
STRANGE FRUIT REVISITEDby Alberto Ramirez
“What’s in Bisbee?” said Abigail. “A fair question for a native Bostonian,” said CharlesHe poured himself a glass of Chardonnay and sat down beside...
THE PHOTOGRAPH by Marcella Meeks
THE PHOTOGRAPHby Marcella Simmons
Last week, my husband Gene and I went to Santa Fe, New Mexico for our fifteenth anniversary. Santa Fe is where we met and we...
THEY SELL THEIR SOULS TO STRANGERS by Wendra Colleen
THEY SELL THEIR SOULS TO STRANGERSby Wendra Colleen
When the Women of Bourbon Street become ghosts, they are the last to realize it. They’ve been tossed out and forgotten,...
FAST LANE by Katie Rose
FAST LANEby Katie Rose
I start slow, creepin’ down the dirt road in first gear, my bare foot just kissin’ the gas pedal. I need my fix though, so...
IT FEELS LIKE HOME TO ME by Julia Zwetolitz
IT FEELS LIKE HOME TO MEby Julia Zwetolitz
Home is not just the concrete building. It is also where family is and the memories that occurred in each house....
NIGHT OWL by Robin Wyatt Dunn
NIGHT OWLBy Robin Wyatt Dunn
That all the last daylight should have passed; not only in the sky but in our daydreams; for night in slipping closer says we're...
THIS IS SOMETHING by Ryan Johnson
THIS IS SOMETHINGby Ryan Johnson
“ADAM GO!! YOU HAVE TO GO, I’M WORKING RIGHT NOW!!” My voice echoed throughout the noise-rich air of a sunny commerce driven weekday in...
HILLSIDE STREET by Abby Obenski
HILLSIDE STREETby Abigail Obenski
My music blared as I screamed my lungs out singing, coasting down the windy backroad leading to the little haven I created for myself. I...