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 come back here every year. Gene...
FLAGMAN by Ron Singer
FLAGMANby Ron Singer
I must of seen this guy hundreds of times, but I still can’t believe him. First of all, he isn’t a dwarf or a midget (I think there’s a difference), but no...
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 sang along to the words that...
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. I have moved three times and...
THE GARBAGE MAN by Rachael Peralez
THE GARBAGE MANBy R. Peralez
The note reads:‘Dear Garbage man, Please make sure you get ALL the trash out of the can.Thanks! The Brewsters’
I stand there just holding the damp piece of paper. The A-L-L scrawled in...
LET’S MAKE A DEAL by Nicolette Munoz
LET’S MAKE A DEALby Nikki Munoz
“I want to renegotiate the terms of our relationship.”What the actual fuck?“I—okay?”“I say this because I genuinely want to be your friend. I just don’t want to pursue a...
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 I press down harder on the...
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 her on the leather love seat. ...
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, yet when darkness returns to the...
THE THREE-MILE RACE by Clive Aaron Gill
THE THREE-MILE RACEby Clive Aaron Gill
Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, Africa 1959
All year I looked forward to Sports Day at Prince Edward Secondary School.At the start of the three-miler, I glanced at the winners’ podium a...