LUCAS PARRA by Jose Recio
LUCAS PARRABy Jose Recio
It’s the year 2010, and Lucas Parra can’t wait to be there! He’s returning to his old town in Spain, where he was born and raised. His parents immigrated to America...
Hero Karma by Mariel Yovino
WHAT ARE YOU SAVING IT FOR?By John McLennon
Monika entered Carnal Love, one of Berlin’s basement nightclubs. The men all wore uniforms of the lowest rank, common soldaten on leave, fresh out of training before the Reich shoved them...
STALKING CHORE by Joshua Eric Swedlow
STALKING CHOREby Joshua Eric Swedlow
A one-story house on a familiar street in the early morning can be seen as the sun rises. Light shines in a soft haze on the dew and mist hanging...
DIGNITY OF A DOG by Mizuno Senko, translated by Marissa Skeels
DIGNITY OF A DOGBy Mizuno SenkoTranslated from Japanese by Marissa Skeels
“You. Does anything bother you about the way your husband is?” Yoshino whipped around to face me.“Me?” I was mortified. I’d not said a...
DAMAGE by Monica Strina
DAMAGEby Monica Strina
It’s the day of Uncle Jeff’s funeral. In front of the church our relatives move in swarms. They remind me of the beehive that formed inside our double-glazed window years ago. I’ve...
FIRE OF THE GODS by Nofel Nawras
FIRE OF THE GODSby Nofel Nawras
‘Your darn right I’m het up. I want to know who that varmint is and what he’s a doin’ on my land.’Maisy Lou was low down trailer trash from...
NOTE TO THE CHILDREN by Claudia Geagan
NOTE TO THE CHILDRENby Claudia Geagan
For Reese, for Randall in heaven, for Betsy, Helen, Carol and you too Patti-Cake,
April 21.This is one letter from Dad for everybody so you all get the same words. ...
WHERE THIEVES BREAK IN AND STEAL by Chase Dearinger
WHERE THIEVES BREAK IN AND STEALby Chase Dearinger
Friday Afternoon
As Carl took the exit marked SH 33, confidence dissolved into panic. His veins narrowed with the road. The two-lane state highway meant that the Cimarron...
COMPANION by Mark Hurtubise
COMPANIONby Mark Hurtubise
In a small round city park, Timothy, an almost unconditionally-loved young boy, frequently played alone under 16 oak trees sharing the perimeter with eight wooden picnic tables. Unlike imaginations around him, he...
DOWNTOWN WALDOS by Mark Massaro
DOWNTOWN WALDOSby Mark Massaro
Riley, my pot-dealers girlfriend, arched her body over the enormous yoga ball in front of my while I sat on their couch as he weighed out quarter bags on a digital...