MEDIEVAL MUSIC FROM MIDWESTERN UNIVERSITIES by Ted Morrissey
MEDIEVAL MUSIC FROM MIDWESTERN UNIVERSITIESBy Ted Morrissey
An ER nurse called Frannie’s name, and she and Beth walked through the extrawide double doors which then swung closed behind them. He half dozed in the chair....
THE BEES by Robby Pettit
THE BEESby Robby Pettit
Detective Earl Smith and his son sat in the cop car. The world outside was green and plastic, awash in yellow sunlight. No bird chirped, no blade of grass moved. The...
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THE SIREN by Eric Stevens
THE SIRENBy Eric Stevens
The frozen wood of the bench on 7th Street was brittle and burned Steve’s thighs while he leaned to one side, watching the cars drive slowly through the icy slush. It...
FLAGMAN by Ron Singer
FLAGMANby Ron Singer
I must of seen this guy hundreds of times, but I still can’t believe him. First of all, he isn’t a dwarf or a midget (I think there’s a difference), but no...
THE MISSING MASTER by David McVey
THE MISSING MASTERby David McVey
The night before I addressed the conference, I was lying in bed in a tiny room in a Hall of Residence. I picked up my dog-eared copy of McDonnell and began to...
THE THREE-MILE RACE by Clive Aaron Gill
THE THREE-MILE RACEby Clive Aaron Gill
Salisbury, Southern Rhodesia, Africa 1959
All year I looked forward to Sports Day at Prince Edward Secondary School.At the start of the three-miler, I glanced at the winners’ podium a...
MISS CRAMICKLE by Geoffrey Heptonstall
MISS CRAMICKLEby Geoffrey Heptonstall
How could I forget the year we were taught by Miss Amy Carmichael? I ask myself this because I heard news of her yesterday. How could I not remember her? But...
SORTING THROUGH CLAMS by David Weinberger
SORTING THROUGH CLAMSby David H Weinberger
I am sitting next to my father’s bed as he sleeps. He is ten days into Hospice care and has become frail since he discontinued treatment for his cancer....
STRANGE FRUIT REVISITED by Alberto Ramirez
STRANGE FRUIT REVISITEDby Alberto Ramirez
“What’s in Bisbee?” said Abigail. “A fair question for a native Bostonian,” said CharlesHe poured himself a glass of Chardonnay and sat down beside her on the leather love seat. ...
THE PHOTOGRAPH by Marcella Meeks
THE PHOTOGRAPHby Marcella Simmons
Last week, my husband Gene and I went to Santa Fe, New Mexico for our fifteenth anniversary. Santa Fe is where we met and we come back here every year. Gene...