NO BETTER REASON THAN THIS by Torrie Jay White
NO BETTER REASON THAN THISby Torrie Jay White
The cabin smells like my grandfather as a young man. Like my mother’s skin in her last days. Like the gunpowder in my father’s pistol. Like the...
ALL OF NEPTUNE’S OCEANS by Rina Sclove
ALL OF NEPTUNE’S OCEANSby Rina Sclove
Her hands are the only part of her that isn’t scarred.Everything else is marked, claimed, her skin varying shades of angry red and blistering purple, puckered and dry and...
GUILT MONOLOGUE by Don Dussault
GUILT MONOLOGUEby Don Dussault
For me everything is in the present tense. Whatever whoever slips away into the past I yank it back. Here something of me thrives. And him. Too much of him. Straight...
JULIE IN CHICAGO by Eric Lutz
JULIE IN CHICAGOby Eric Lutz
Julie sat on her balcony. It was midday on a Wednesday. She wore khaki shorts, a lime green bikini top, and sunglasses. She drank Tecate and listened to Otis Redding...
THE GERMAN by Rees Nielsen
THE GERMANby Rees Nielsen
It was the summer of 1971 and Murrow and I were stuck in Tehran waiting for the weekly bus to Istanbul. Down the hallway this barrel chested German was leaned up...
AMBIVALENCE: A LOVE STORY by Claudia Piepenburg
AMBIVALENCE: A LOVE STORYby Claudia Piepenburg
October 20, 20166:00PM
“Mrs. Williams? Alice Williams?” The doctor resists the urge to click his fingers an inch in front of the half-shut eyes of the woman sitting by the...
PLEASE CONFIRM YOU ARE NOT IN BEAST MODE by Anna Brassk
PLEASE CONFIRM YOU ARE NOT IN BEAST MODEby Anna Brassky
A month ago, Chris began to see dwarfs, though not exactly see but rather sense their presence. Just as he was about to spot them,...
THE LITTLE DOG by Eric Massey
THE LITTLE DOGby Eric Massey
There once was a little dog. His name was Rex. He lived in a small house in a small town. He didn’t know what the town was called because, well,...
CANDID by Michael Trobich
CANDIDby Michael Trobich
Kate Gibbons likes to take pictures. She doesn’t know how it started, closing shutters and toggling flash, but she loves the way that each photo has every pixel in place and captures...
WHALE BONE by David Massey
WHALE BONEby David Massey
The young man accompanied me outside to enjoy the air and sun. So balmy out here always in July. We walked slowly toward this swing, my favorite place to watch the...