BLUE FEATHERS by Evan Massey
BLUE FEATHERSby Evan Massey
Sharon wanted to go out west to try her hand at movies. She told me she was done with school.“It’s not for me,” she said.She said, that she had wasted two...
SOMEPLACE WARM by Paul-John Ramos
SOMEPLACE WARMby Paul-John Ramos
1About every 20 to 30 minutes, I put my hand on the radiators and pipes. It was usually bedroom radiator on the far right, pipe running down through the bathroom, then...
MY FRIEND SINDSMAN by Alexandra Lapointe
MY FRIEND SINDSMANby Alexandra Lapointe
Neither the day before nor the day after were of much significance. It was only the day I met Sindsman that I can vividly recall. I was sitting on my...
KAZANTZAKIS AT HOME by Larry Smith
KAZANTZAKIS AT HOMEby Larry Smith
He was so old that some of the kids said he took the very first shit that ever made the olives grow. Many of the people on the block believed...
THE FOX AND ITS CATCHER by J.R. Night
THE FOX AND ITS CATCHERby J.R. Night
Oh, he would get him today. Months had passed, and he had maintained this charade long enough. All students were required to eat their lunch in the cafeteria....
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GRACELAND by Shawn Van Horn
GRACELANDby Shawn Van Horn
Sometimes, on the worst days, I walk the paved trails that snake through Graceland Cemetery. No king rests there, just thousands of us everyday paupers. Graceland calms me when I need...
THE POET LAUREATE OF MALCOLM’S DINER by Cindy Adams
THE POET LAUREATE OF MALCOLM’S DINERby C. Billingsley Adams
Someone tapped on my shoulder today when I was feeling all bluesy as my long-time friend had just recently died. The last of my real friends,...
EASY WAY by Alexa Findlay
EASY WAYby Alexa Findlay
He sits at his spotless wooden desk reviewing the patient’s dental history. Perfect teeth and no cavities.His stomach drops to his knees, as he sees the name Veronica Reeve printed at the top...
BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENS by Gabriel Sage
BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENSby Gabriel Sage
I’ve always gotten lost or mistaken directions. It’s been happening as long as I can remember. My internal compass completely broken – a sundial at night. I was...
BLISTERING EYES by Bettina Rotenberg
BLISTERING EYESby Bettina Rotenberg
She woke up and carefully climbed down from the large bed which seemed like a vast sea of pillows, sheets, and quilt, rumpled now, as she tried to organize her covers...