LICKS by Mary Elizabeth Cartwright
LICKSby Mary Elizabeth Cartwright
Jud Nasery followed his twin brother, Ander, into Potter Fields, the smallest stable in Versailles, Kentucky. Every Saturday morning during the summer before college, the two eighteen-year-olds were in charge of...
FLING MAN by Louis Gallo
FLING MANby Louis Gallo
Back in town, recently divorced, old friends scattered, I’m longing for feminine affection as I take to the streets and head in the direction of Jambalaya headquarters in this abandoned warehouse on lower...
THE MAN ON THE EDGE OF THE TOWN by Jamie Gogocha
THE MAN ON THE EDGE OF TOWNBy Jamie Gogocha
Crossing from the green, mountainous western half of Montana into the endless horizon of the eastern half is like crossing into another country. As I drove...
A SACRED TRADITION by Paul Kivelson
A SACRED TRADITIONby Paul Kivelson
Ricky was tall, and not just for his age. He could fit on his old bike only by bending his back up tight and pulling his hands in close. The...
DOING OKAY by Abraham Assed
DOING OKAYby Abraham Assed
One late Friday afternoon during tenth grade, I walked to the 7-Eleven a few blocks away from my house. I went inside and wandered around the shelves of candy, chips, jerky,...
DREAMLESSNESS by Ivan De Luce
DREAMLESSNESSby Ivan De Luce
Friday — Dreamt I was in love. I met her — Samantha — at a party, and we hadn’t seen each other in ten years. She hadn’t aged at all, but...
JUDITH by Chris Cooper
JUDITHby Chris Cooper
My eyes fluttered open, catching the lurid glare from the remaining sunlight as it bounced off the windshield. I sat up in my seat, shielding my eyes from the repugnant rays with...
JULIA IN BLOOM by Alberto Ambard
JULIA IN BLOOMby Alberto Ambard
IThe scratchy, metallic sound of the brakes woke Daniel, but he kept his eyes closed, until he heard the bus driver announcing the last resting stop.Las Vegas was Daniel’s final...
BUTTON TIN by Aholaah Arzah
BUTTON TINby Aholaah Arzah
Although she had not in years sewn even so much as a loose button back on the straining lapel of a winter coat, it was not inconceivable that she might yet...
PLATYPUS by Peter Crowley
PLATYPUSby Peter Crowley
One morning there was a platypus walking through our backyard. I awoke my wife and suggested that we take some photographs. She agreed and perched by the window, ready to snap pictures...