SUMMER STORMS by Omar Essa
SUMMER STORMSby Omar Essa
The geese are unkind. They stand militant along the border of the pond like NYPD officers during parades in Manhattan, as if the pine trees were the skyscrapers they're meant to...
A.J. AND CRAZY WOMAN by Linda L. Dunlap
A.J. AND CRAZY WOMANby Linda L. Dunlap
On her drive to work in the morning rain, A.J. hears on the radio that a helicopter just dropped out of the sky into the meat department at...
BANGKA ISLAND STORY by Michael Paul Hogan
BANGKA ISLAND STORYby Michael Paul Hogan
for Toti O’Brien
There were nine bottles of Bintang beer on the shelf behind the counter of Abdu Rama’s beachfront banana shack. On the counter itself there was a watermelon, sliced,...
YOUNG by Nicole Reinholdt
YOUNGby Nicole Reinholdt Wednesday morning, when Kyle picked me up for school in his dad’s grey Buick Skylark, he had Neil Young's Everybody Knows This is Nowhere playing over the stereo. Since the two of us had...
APPROXIMATE by Mark Jacobs
APPROXIMATEby Mark Jacobs
“So how much does Beth tell you about me?”“You know us, Edna. We talk.”“About my sex life?”“We talk about a lot of things. It’s what keeps us going.”Meeting her best friend’s husband...
GRUNTIN’ AND DEBATIN’ by Dan Elasky
GRUNTIN' AND DEBATIN'by Dan Elasky
I was supposed to be attending the National Debate Tournament in Princeton, New Jersey. Instead, I detoured to the annual Worm Grunting Contest in Slapchappy, Florida. The good news and...
THE GODDESS OF KINK by Kayle Nochomovitz
THE GODDESS OF KINKby Kayle Nochomovitz
She was barely swaying her hips, but she had every guy on the edge of his seat. Even the bartender had stopped pouring drinks, and just stood there, hand...
A DUCK ON THE POND by Fred Miller
A DUCK ON THE PONDby Fred Miller
What, pray tell, could eclipse the satisfaction of a stroll in the park on a summer evening, that is, once the hoi polloi scurrying about to late dinner...
HELPING DAD by Sue Brennan
HELPING DADby Sue Brennan
The holiday wasn’t going well, and finding out that Dad couldn’t swim after we’d jumped off the boat wasn’t the half of it. Mick and Andy had already swum off— bastards—and there I...
MOVING by Tali Treece
MOVINGby Tali Treece
I tie a bandana around my face and Johnny, that’s my husband, he swings me close and pinches my rear and tells me I’m Rosie the Riveter turned bandito. I’m allergic to...