THE KILLING OF AN ARDENT APPRENTICE by Sana Mojdeh
WILL I DIE OF HEAT STROKE?by Ruth Z. Deming
My metallic gray Nissan with its red racing stripe sped confidently into the parking lot of Staples, a seven-minute drive from home. Friendly Dave installed an...
WHAT DID YOU SEE? By Joel Worford
WHAT DID YOU SEE?by Joel Worford
It’s eleven P.M. and your hand is on your belt. You don’t see me. There are no streetlights in this neighborhood, so at first, you don’t see me. Or...
THE VEIL OF JUDGMENT by Pauline Duchesneau
THE VEIL OF JUDGMENTby Pauline Duchesneau
The slam of the heavy steel door and the mechanized latching of innumerable locks dropped lead into my gut. I’d tried and failed to prepare for this moment. I...
THE WALL BETWEEN US by John C. Weil
THE WALL BETWEEN USby John C. Weil We walked with the wall between us, just as Robert Frost described.We picked up the stones, each of them still cold from the winter.I stopped a moment to...
ENCOUNTERS MAY BE PREDICTED by Paul Perilli
ENCOUNTERS MAY BE PREDICTEDby Paul Perilli
Back then, whenever I was looking for something good to read, I went to Spoonbill & Sugartown over on Bedford Ave. There was always plenty to choose from and...
NO BETTER REASON THAN THIS by Torrie Jay White
NO BETTER REASON THAN THISby Torrie Jay White
The cabin smells like my grandfather as a young man. Like my mother’s skin in her last days. Like the gunpowder in my father’s pistol. Like the...
ALL OF NEPTUNE’S OCEANS by Rina Sclove
ALL OF NEPTUNE’S OCEANSby Rina Sclove
Her hands are the only part of her that isn’t scarred.Everything else is marked, claimed, her skin varying shades of angry red and blistering purple, puckered and dry and...
GUILT MONOLOGUE by Don Dussault
GUILT MONOLOGUEby Don Dussault
For me everything is in the present tense. Whatever whoever slips away into the past I yank it back. Here something of me thrives. And him. Too much of him. Straight...
JULIE IN CHICAGO by Eric Lutz
JULIE IN CHICAGOby Eric Lutz
Julie sat on her balcony. It was midday on a Wednesday. She wore khaki shorts, a lime green bikini top, and sunglasses. She drank Tecate and listened to Otis Redding...
THE GERMAN by Rees Nielsen
THE GERMANby Rees Nielsen
It was the summer of 1971 and Murrow and I were stuck in Tehran waiting for the weekly bus to Istanbul. Down the hallway this barrel chested German was leaned up...