HORSE COUNTRY by Barbara Bottner
HORSE COUNTRYby Barbara Bottner
I’ve only agreed to accompany my husband Dan to have Sunday brunch with a Paul somebody because I’m terrified when I imagine him talking to a horse breeder un-chaperoned. When unnerved, some...
PICKIN’ UP THE PIECES by Larry Hamilton
PICKIN’ UP THE PIECESby Larry L. Hamilton
When Uncle Luke called him “Your Honor” in his best big round revival voice and rolled out words about satisfying the court and serving the needs of justice,...
A GAME OF SOLITAIRE by June Kino-Cullen
A GAME OF SOLITAIREby June Kino-Cullen
Days go by without winning. I tell myself it’s okay. It’s the process that counts. Keeps my old brain sharp. The more I play, the quicker I move that...
WHAT THINGS, THESE THINGS, STIR THE HEART by Joe De Quattro
WHAT THINGS, THESE THINGS, STIR THE HEARTby Joe De Quattro
In voicing his uncertainty Martin Colliver felt he was making a declaration. “I have no idea how to do this!” He understood that admissions such...
EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE TIN by Bari Hein
EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE TINby Bari Hein
Wherever Joe’s youngest son goes, trouble follows.His older two, Jacob and Luke, managed to grow up without breaking a single bone between them. Matthew, on the other hand, broke...
THE RETURN OF THE TUNNEL RATS by Michael Walker
THE RETURN OF THE TUNNEL RATSby Michael S. Walker
It was in Great Vale Park that I last saw George Oliver.He was a drummer. He had been the drummer in a punk band I had...
THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MIND by Diego Lorenzo Leyva
THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MINDby Diego Lorenzo Leyva
Psychotic Break
Bring on the psychotic break! We're strong enough for it! We shall let this heavy burden ride our backs until we, proud horses, perish.
Welcome to the...
THREAT OF RAIN by Brian Stumbaugh
THREAT OF RAINby Brian Stumbaugh
"Pass the scrubber?"He slides her the yellow nylon scrubber, a soapy mesh lemon in his hands, slick in the luke warm water. Their fingers entwine for just a second, then...
NO BOYS ALLOWED by Jessica Simpkiss
NO BOYS ALLOWEDby Jessica Simpkiss
Clint was fifteen when an accident killed our father. I can still remember the look on my mother’s face as she tried to tell us that he wouldn’t be coming...
STAY by Mariana Sabino
STAYby Mariana Sabino
As I stood outside the house, a bottled-down stillness came over me. I caught a strong whiff of mold – sweetened somehow. Soon enough, the door swung open and out came my...