SOME OTHER SIDE by Leslie Johnson
SOME OTHER SIDEBy Leslie Johnson
Yesterday I attended my grandson’s “Baby Is Brewing” party at a new beer garden in St. Paul, where male and female guests of all ages were invited to drop a...
MISS NOMER by Ross Dreiblatt
MISS NOMERBy Ross Dreiblatt
“A true Queen of the Valley always carries herself with the utmost grace, style and speaks clearly with the occasional well placed vulgarity.”This phrase, the one so royally pronounced weekly to...
QUEEN’S GAMBIT by Lazar Trubman
QUEEN'S GAMBITBy Lazar Trubman
“I’m not particularly against telemarketers, but if they could only use a little more improvisation,” says Bill Stubbs setting out the chessmen for our usual Friday game. “It makes me feel...
TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXES by Zia Marshall
TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXESBy Zia Marshall Shoma scooped up her hair into a ponytail as she ran down the stairs to get breakfast ready for Farhaan. Soft sunlight filtered in through the large picture window that...
UNDER THE FLOORS OF CHURCHES by Libby Copa
UNDER THE FLOORS OF CHURCHESBy Libby Copa
She had not wanted him to come with her to the wedding in the first place. That morning as Maren lay naked from the waist up and in...
LINGER by Jessica Olivos
LINGERBy Jessica Olivos
LingerUntil one day I heard it. I heard the song. I heard the beautiful orchestra in the beginning then her voice bringing me to life. I felt relieved and hurt at the...
THE GATS CLUB by Kedrick Nettleton
THE GATS CLUBBy Kedrick Nettleton
The sun was in that awkward, end-of-summer stage, where it refused to completely set at the end of the day and hung just slightly above the horizon, getting in people’s...
APPOINTMENT IN ZANESVILLE by Don Dussault
APPOINTMENT IN ZANESVILLEBy Don Dussault
Bustling more than usual this morning, Thelma sets the omelet platter down hard before me and deftly slides an omelet into my plate, then one into hers, without looking at...
A GIRL DIED HERE by Kyle Labe
A GIRL DIED HEREBy Kyle Labe
The cross is white. Her portrait embellishes the center, as if she’s crucified. As if she died so we can live. It’s on the side of the road, near...
A ROOM FOR TWO by Cristina Oramas
A ROOM FOR TWOBy Cristina Oramas
Sweat made her tight white dress cling to her curvy figure. “Why do you always make me meet you in such dingy motels?” asked Rose. The bed had a...