Introduction to Living with Lies
Lies are frowned upon, yet they are alive and well in the lives of every person in America, experienced every day whether we realize it or not. The most commonly … Continue Reading Introduction to Living with Lies
Family Resemblance
Two girls were born to the same mother, on the same day, at the same time, in the same month and year, and yet they’re not twins. How can this … Continue Reading Family Resemblance
He Rode to Town on Friday
Today is Friday! An old mare chanted to herself. Friday is the day I get to ride into town with The Man. All of this was true. The horse herself … Continue Reading He Rode to Town on Friday
The more you take, the more you leave behind. Footsteps
I rub my eyes as I wake up once again. It’s the same forest. Tall trees, whose yellow leaves cast a sunny dapple on the leaf litter floor, a fallen … Continue Reading The more you take, the more you leave behind. <em>Footsteps</em>
A Ton of Bricks or a Ton of Feathers?
The feather golem and the brick golem seldom got along. This was largely due to the fact that they were born on the same day, in the same room, to … Continue Reading A Ton of Bricks or a Ton of Feathers?
What’s in a Name?
What belongs to you, but everyone else uses it? Your name. “Hey ____,” I hear the sound of my best friend, Abigail. I think she’s calling me by name. As … Continue Reading What’s in a Name?
The Unknown Voice
What can’t talk but will reply when spoken to? Wispa often found themself at the edge of a deep cavern, peering into its depths in the hopes of catching a … Continue Reading The Unknown Voice
Mirrorwork Blues
By Nandita Modhubonti A blind woman fly fishes with her cane soft white jumper, fraying gray ends her piercing blue eyes are distracting, as I observe the early inhabitants of … Continue Reading Mirrorwork Blues
The Last Show at the Colonial
By Shawn Keller It is the recollection of a fire. It is the creosote memory of a stair.I am walking down Water Street in 1985 with my mother, offto pay … Continue Reading The Last Show at the Colonial
“Marci”
By Charles R. Vermilyea Jr. Woody is concerned. This dedicated driver at an auto auction near Boston sees a Caddy parked in the Chrysler pile. Horrors! “Look at that shit, … Continue Reading “Marci”
Waiting for Sunday
By Adela Brito I wonder if my six-year-old son realizes something is different about today, the first of many different days. His father left extra early this morning; it was still dark outside. And, as always, he went … Continue Reading Waiting for Sunday
Postcards from Charlottesville
By Stephen Sossaman A ghazal Some postcards lie with I wish you were here. This states sincerely my wish you were here. My sudden sadness in Jefferson Park? Twilight birdsong … Continue Reading Postcards from Charlottesville
I WANT TO DIE
By John Tustin The grass will not grow where we have stepped together. The flowers will not flower in the garden And the violin sits atilt in the corner of … Continue Reading I WANT TO DIE
THE BURGLAR
By Clive Aaron Gill Randy scratched his bristly cheek. Got to get me some nose candy. Need money. Standing alone in the kitchen he shared with three roommates in Poway, California, he ate pungent tuna out of a can. A … Continue Reading THE BURGLAR
The Letter
By Melissa Purswell There’s a letter in the console of my car buried beneath carbon copied evidence of oil changes, brake pads, a new muffler. I’ll see it every so … Continue Reading The Letter
Rust Image
By Diane Webster The caterpillar of rust predicts a harsher winter than average as it crawls in tiny steps, leaves behind fuzzy outline of path across metal like a pink … Continue Reading Rust Image