Evening Stroll
By Richard Dinges Jr. To live without guilt is to swim through water and not get wet. Shadows along pond’s shore form spoken words early in evening. Sun’s glare dims … Continue Reading Evening Stroll
Shoebox
By Frank Modica I am grapevines and olive trees heavy-laden with broken promises, working for another man’s harvest in the hot Sicilian sun, I am basil leaves torn in ragged … Continue Reading Shoebox
V is
by Ann Kathryn Kelly In late winter, 2020, I—and the world—learned that V is for virus. Shapeless, unable to be seen, heard, smelled, tasted. Our fifth sense, touch, believed to … Continue Reading V is
“5th Avenue and South Second Street” and “Golden Years”
by Thomas Elson “5th Avenue and South Second Street” One evening in this dying river town on the eastern part of the state – whose biggest exports are corn … Continue Reading “5th Avenue and South Second Street” and “Golden Years”
A Moment
by Em Remington Being an older sister has always been a large portion of my identity. I have two brothers full biological- and a half-sister on my father’s side. For … Continue Reading A Moment
The Denoument
by Adele Saint-Pierre Adèle Saint-Pierre is a Franco-American artist. Besides her passion for drawing and painting, she enjoys reading, cooking, and going for long walks with her trusty beagle, Sophie. … Continue Reading The Denoument
“Henry’s Room” and “Birds on Parole”
by Bruce Robinson “Henry’s Room” When the wind blows the door closedand shuts Henry inside the bathroom,he’s perhaps reminded of the mysteryof the shrewd proviso, or concerned aboutthe erstwhile inviolabilityof … Continue Reading “Henry’s Room” and “Birds on Parole”
“Redneck Tell No Lies”
by Gerard Sarnat “Redneck Tell No Lies” “You like tomato and I like tomahtoLet’s call the whole thing off” -Ira and George Gershwin Gerard Sarnat has been nominated for the … Continue Reading “Redneck Tell No Lies”
“Mary Anne and the Tanglewood Tree”
by Adele Saint-Pierre chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 Adèle Saint-Pierre is a Franco-American artist. Besides her passion for drawing and painting, she enjoys reading, cooking, and going for long … Continue Reading “Mary Anne and the Tanglewood Tree”
“Home Manufactures,” “Acorns in a Mast Year,” “Moosehead Lake,” “Nature Did That,” and “American Bittern”
by Charles Weld “Home Manufactures” We could call the creek behind the school Sea Cook Creek because that’s where our black lab, dead years ago now, dove without warning into … Continue Reading “Home Manufactures,” “Acorns in a Mast Year,” “Moosehead Lake,” “Nature Did That,” and “American Bittern”
I Am Not a Painter
by Em Remington My first memory is waking up from a nightmare. If I were a painter, this scene would come in smears of color against the inky canvas of … Continue Reading I Am Not a Painter
“Lake Death” and “Natural Causes”
by Phil Huffy “Lake Death” The killer left few clues that might be found. The violence could not have lasted long. Right to the heart a mighty shock did pound, … Continue Reading “Lake Death” and “Natural Causes”
“Your flowers, my garden”
by Faerin Estrada Part One. The scars that trace down my skin,past my shoulders and down my backto my arms, to my arms, to my arms – They leave reflections … Continue Reading “Your flowers, my garden”
“Balcony” – Microfiction March Madness Contest HONORABLE MENTION
by Caneel Cheskin My prince guided me onto the balcony. Above, the dark sky hid behind wispy clouds. Orchestral music floated through the air. He bowed, offering me his hand. … Continue Reading “Balcony” – Microfiction March Madness Contest HONORABLE MENTION
“The Night Worker (The D Train)” – Microfiction March Madness Contest HONORABLE MENTION
by Richard P. Mayer Punching a tattered time card, robotically, her life is completed in small portions each night. She is a time-worn book nearing its final chapter, faded with … Continue Reading “The Night Worker (The D Train)” – Microfiction March Madness Contest HONORABLE MENTION
“A Blue Light on the Ceiling; A Cold Vein in My Arm” – Microfiction March Madness Contest WINNER
by Christopher Palmer Distorted and pale, projected on the ceiling. The familiar, warm buzzsaw sound. The feeling already starting to leave my hands. “Hello?” “Oh, hey.” “Yeah.” “Yeah, I’m just … Continue Reading “A Blue Light on the Ceiling; A Cold Vein in My Arm” – Microfiction March Madness Contest WINNER