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Fiction
The
Heir by Andrew Coburn
This
goes back some. Nixon was still president but soon to
resign, and my world was going into the ground. Without
wanting to, dreading it, I picked up pen and paper, a stamp
already on the envelope.
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Truth
the Striptease by Jeff Crouch
After
feeling bad for having diminished the achievement of David Strauss
with his attack on Das Leben Jesu, Fritz finds himself at his
favorite bordello, The Chicken Ranch.The
PA system broadcasts...
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Dutch
Treatment by D.E. Fredd
I
am the one pushing for Gretchen Batchelder to be part of our
team. We are at the Sunset Grill on Brighton Ave. in Boston
(one hundred beers on tap, over three hundred bottled brews).
The discussion involves the expansion of our Megaprobe market
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Heroin
and Bread for Frances by Rebecca Gaffron
My
name is Frances. Frances Bean. My father died when I was very
young. No one knows for sure what happened to him. They just found
his body.
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These
Notes Are Personal by Mitchell Grabois
THANKS
FOR THE MILKY WAY HANK but
you don't have to tell me how to eat it Yes it might seem annoying
how I pick off the chocolate crust to expose...
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To
Get Gifts Like These by Erich Hintze
Mom
opened Johnny Mathis with her teeth, threw a dollop of butter at
beets, and let her lamb run under water. She picked and peeled her
oranges, boiled them in cinnamon, and the house soon smelled like
hot-spiced cider.
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Terror
by Yolanda King
Rebecca
went downstairs and out the back door. Then she walked across the
lawn until the grass turned to sand. She took off her sandals and
carried them so she wouldn’t get sand in them. He was still
there...
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The
Spiff by Mike Lubow
Norm’s
in front of the TV with the remote on his chest, a bowl of nacho
chips nearby and a rum and Diet Coke in his hand in a tall glass
with clinking ice. He wants nothing more than some mindless escape
when for no earthly reason he finds himself thinking of a leaf
dropping.
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The
Rules of the Road by Michelle Panik
If
a new set of bike wheels didn’t take two months to
fabricate, Jeannie would have rammed the Ford F-150. The truck had
cut her off with a left-hand turn—in a construction zone, no
less—then puttered along below the posted limit.
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In
Pursuit of the Well-Beloved by Lydia Williams
Once
again, Don was reciting poetry under his breath, and I tried to
make out what he was saying as I drove. I heard him say,
“Ach, du,” which sounded like a foreign sneeze and
couldn’t have been from anything optimistic...
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Poetry
Duty
by Sabreena Ahmed
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Three
Poems by Robert Bradshaw
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The
Good Knight, The Senators, Blue Eyes
Three
Poems by Taylor Collier
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The
Dress You Cried “Amazing Grace” Into, Easter Sunday,
The Joneses'
Meat
and Potatoes by Nora Delaney
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Two
Poems by Richard Estevez
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Fortune
and Tea Served
Two
Poems by Antonio Hopson
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Hope
and That Burning Bush I Saw
Three
Poems by Timothy Houghton
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Percentages,
Now It's Time, Fourth Floor: Two Firemen After the Collapse
Three
Poems by Kelley Reno Miller
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Putumayo,
Symbiosis, Telephones
Four
Poems by Suzanne Nielsen
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Translocation,
Timing is Everything, Saturday on Snelling, Sensing the
Environment
Four
Poems by Dike Okoro
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Awake,
Thinking of You, And so it rained, Some things to remember
Two
Poems by Adam Pellegrini
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Dawn,
Nothing Like Toil
Two
Poems by Rob Plath
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the
edge, once just to see her
Father,
My Golem by Robert Gable Potts
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Three
Poems by Christian Recca
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From
a Whiff of Patchouli, Remains, The Crack-Up
Three
Poems by Eve Rifkah
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Museum,
Straws, School
Three
Poems by Brad Stiles
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Personal
Doomsday Clock, Day Like Living Vellum, Arrogance of the Ordinary
Three
Poems by Changming Yuan
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My
Crow, Directory of Directions, Night Quiet
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Essays
(Creative
Non-Fiction)
Ladybugs
by Bethany Burmaster
“Look!
There are hundreds over here!” I cried.
Alex
smiled and ran over, pushing the red plastic wheelbarrow in front
of him. He sat down by the tree and gazed around the trunk. “Wow!
There must be a zillion of them!” he yelled.
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Homes
by Michelle Cacho-Negrete
My
first home was a tenement apartment in Brooklyn. The landlord
hated Jews and my mother and I took possession of it after
midnight. The previous tenants, my mother’s co-worker and
her husband, bought a home in Levittown ...
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A
Secret Passage to India by Barbara F. Lefcowitz
The
worst thing was that the Air India clerk in Chennai accused me of
making up my claim that I had personally presented my now missing
suitcase at the check-in counter in Bombay, tags clearly marked,
including the crucial destination tag to Chennai ...
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How
Long? by Jarvis Slacks
My
Mother.
"We want to go someplace fun!" she says to
me. She is visiting. I live in a three room and bath, one bedroom,
male, this is my place, my place. And she wants to visit.
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