MACHINE SHOP SUNDRESS By Claudia Geagan
MACHINE SHOP SUNDRESSby Claudia Geagan
On an ozone drenched summer day in 1961, Mr. Stevenson gives me his black ’54 T-bird and sends me to the loading dock at...
MY DESERT By Myla Grier Aidou
MY DESERTby Myla Grier Aidou
Moses and the Israelites wandered for 40 years in the desert. Every time I have heard this, I have said to myself, “Damn.” Why...
NOVEMBER SURPRISE By Gabrielle Rivard
NOVEMBER SURPRISEby Gabrielle Rivard
November 7
I took Harry to nursery school on Monday morning. He was happy to leave me and ran into the living...
BRILLIANT CORNERS: AN EXPERIMENT IN VISUAL PROSODY By Michael Milburn
BRILLIANT CORNERS: An Experiment in Visual Prosodyby Michael Milburn
I was naked without my line ends.Robert Lowell, letter to Elizabeth Bishop
A few years ago...
THE EVIL OF DEATHby Dimitra Tsourou
THE EVIL OF DEATHby Dimitra Tsourou
“The human species is unique in knowing it must die,” writes Voltaire. The awareness of death makes people vulnerable to fear, which inspires...
ANYTHING LIKE GOD By Brianne Bannon
ANYTHING LIKE GODby Brianne Bannon
At 16 I was the best person I am ever capable of being. It was not a full peak, necessarily; I was shy and...
I, THE JUNGLE By Derek Nast
I, THE JUNGLEby Derek Nast Generations and genres later writing style and word usage form differently yet the core of a literary amateur always strives to tell his tale. I, no native to...
THE SNOW QUEEN CONTEST By Joseph Fleckenstein
THE SNOW QUEEN CONTEST(A narrative non-fictional story)by Joseph E. Fleckenstein
The ski club’s first meeting of the year is always exciting, festive. Friends and acquaintances from past trips would...
IN THE WAITING ROOM By Pete Warzel
IN THE WAITING ROOMby Pete Warzel There are two manners of conversation that occur in the waiting room of the Radiology Department at Mayo Clinic, Phoenix. The first is a deep dive into...
MICHAEL BRANCH AND THE ONLY TIME MY FATHER EVER SMOKED POT By Leslie...
MICHAEL BRANCH AND THE ONLY TIME MY FATHER EVER SMOKED POTby Leslie Bohem
In the spring of 1971, I dropped out of UC Berkeley midway through my junior year...
