Angels on Seventh Avenue
By Mark Crimmins There was an intermittent thunderstorm, but we decided to run through the rain anyway. We ran up the Avenue of the Americas, crossed Fifty-Ninth, and entered the … Continue Reading Angels on Seventh Avenue
Lost Jobs, Lost Rings
By Simon Bittersea The day I lost my job, you lost your wedding ring. I tried not to see it as a sign. The job, I hated. So even though … Continue Reading Lost Jobs, Lost Rings
The Hook
By Erick Wilund The fish said to the hook, when I am old and swimming is an effort, when my fins are thin and transparent and my eyes are as … Continue Reading The Hook
Sweetest Goodbye
By Adèle Saint-Pierre Allô, bonjour “Allô, bonjour,” says the bird. Allô, bonjour!” say the others that have gathered around iton this bright, sunny last day of June. In a couple … Continue Reading Sweetest Goodbye
“Boris, is that you?”
By Kylee Walton Boris, is that you? I watch the man cross the street several times. He goes back and forth, sidewalk to sidewalk. The street is … Continue Reading “Boris, is that you?”
“The Last Session”
By Zachary Holt The Last Session A knock came from my open door and I looked up to see Jansen standing there. “Jansen, come in,” I said. He stepped into … Continue Reading “The Last Session”
“MY HAIRDRESSER WEARS COMBAT BOOTS”
By Karen Regen Tuero My Hairdresser Wears Combat Boots The first thing I noticed about my new hairdresser was not the stylish joggers, but the combat boots. They gave me … Continue Reading “MY HAIRDRESSER WEARS COMBAT BOOTS”
“Tiger Auntie’s Dinner” and “Lost Youth”
By Huina Zheng Tiger Auntie’s Dinner Under a moonlit night, my brother and I, jolted awake by fierce knocks, tiptoed to our door. Isolated in our forest home, with Ba’s … Continue Reading “Tiger Auntie’s Dinner” and “Lost Youth”
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
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 Anti-Midas Touch
By William Musgrove I couldn’t afford a car, so I walked everywhere. The bottoms of my shoes looked likesanded wood. Each day, I visited the statue in the park. The plaque … Continue Reading The Anti-Midas Touch
“Unforgivable”
by Joe Ducato “Unforgivable” My crime comes back when the world is still; when she’s lying next to me, quiet as snow; when darkness pounds my brain; when my hands … Continue Reading “Unforgivable”
“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”
Chionis of Barry’s Corner
by Matt Gillick Early this morning—three a.m., to be exact—the bronze statue of Chionis of Sparta that overlooks Barry’s Corner in Allston, Massachusetts steps down from his pedestal. The legendary … Continue Reading Chionis of Barry’s Corner