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
An Ode To Fire
By Red Morse Flickering mess of light,Swaying sharp with poise,Like a ballerina pirouetting through thorns. You bite the hands of thoseWho take hold of you;With bitter passion.I wish to dance … Continue Reading An Ode To Fire
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
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 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”
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”