HAWAII IN A BOX by Beth Weaver
HAWAII IN A BOXby Beth Nixon Weaver
JACKIE YANKED OPEN THE PERKY PINK BEACH CHAIR and plopped down. It popped open several notches, pitching her backwards. Her head hit...
BELFAST BLUES by Edith Tarbescu
BELFAST BLUESby Edith Tarbescu
Ted told his brother he would fly over for the wake. He paid his landlady the next month’s rent on his flat in Queens, New...
FLING MAN by Louis Gallo
FLING MANby Louis Gallo
Back in town, recently divorced, old friends scattered, I’m longing for feminine affection as I take to the streets and head in the direction of Jambalaya headquarters...
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THE BLOOD BEARER by Julian Darragjati
THE BLOOD BEARERby Julian Darragjati
The clarinet bellowed a series of rippling tremolos, then broke into strident bursts before bleeding a woeful, as if unending wail.Edmond winced. He stood...
COOLNESS by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
COOLNESSBy Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
CoolnessThey shiver through my classes. Stuffed uncomfortably into student desks circa 1894, icicles form at the end of their noses. The classroom has a wood...
LICKS by Mary Elizabeth Cartwright
LICKSby Mary Elizabeth Cartwright
Jud Nasery followed his twin brother, Ander, into Potter Fields, the smallest stable in Versailles, Kentucky. Every Saturday morning during the summer before college, the...
SOMEBODY’S COMING TO TOWN by Michael Walker
SOMEBODY’S COMIN’ TO TOWNby Michael S. Walker
I was hired for Christmas help by a retail store in Columbus, Ohio, and let go (unceremoniously) after Christmas was over. I...
JULIA IN BLOOM by Alberto Ambard
JULIA IN BLOOMby Alberto Ambard
IThe scratchy, metallic sound of the brakes woke Daniel, but he kept his eyes closed, until he heard the bus driver announcing the last...
DOING OKAY by Abraham Assed
DOING OKAYby Abraham Assed
One late Friday afternoon during tenth grade, I walked to the 7-Eleven a few blocks away from my house. I went inside and wandered around...
A SACRED TRADITION by Paul Kivelson
A SACRED TRADITIONby Paul Kivelson
Ricky was tall, and not just for his age. He could fit on his old bike only by bending his back up tight and...
