Palm Funeral

By Adam Schuitema
The tallest palm on the atoll lost its fronds long before falling. King tides and storm surges had breached the walls, poisoned it with salt.

The Quiet Sadism of the...

By Heather Bourbeau
She woke to news of another stalemate, more children dying on the border, mounting humanitarian crises overseas, and a small mass in her breast.

Photo Story: The Trumpe...

By Natalie Wu
She waits in the corner, haughty and lacquered. I always sit close, inhaling her delicate scent of beeswax polish.

Catching Rose Baxter in...

By Sabrina Hicks
She slid through her memories, trying to capture one, fireflies filling summer near a croaking pond...

Cleansed

By Gary Duncan
She says don’t look in the bedside cupboard, so I look. There’s a Bible, a spare pillow and a small pile of toenail clippings.

Photo Story: Hydroponic...

By Tamara Stanley
It is mostly summer now. Above me there are skyscrapers, McMansions, slums...

Ghost Texts

By Esther Gulli
Before work, sitting in her crimson battered minivan, she reads his words again. Milk. Bananas. That bread I like.

Man of Sorrows

By Kim Addonizio
Not enough to get crucified. You’ve got to be covered with red spots like an anti-vaxxer’s kid’s measles. Blood everywhere.

Mysteries of Sex

By Kim Addonizio
Things were going well, so I risked slipping my hand down my pants.  I seemed into it, so I continued on.

Plans

By Kim Addonizio
It’s hard to get together with his friends because they all like to hibernate. Everyone mostly prefers staying home, so when they make plans with him they often cancel, last-minute.

My Sister’s House

By Mary Grimm
I didn’t want to see the rooms half empty, each dish packed, each rug rolled up.

How My Mother Lost Her ...

By Nancy Ludmerer
In 1931, my mother Helen was 9. A daredevil, she challenged boys at their games, ignored their hair pulling, their scrunchy faces.

Ain’t Gonna Stick

By Lauren Kosa
By the time I met him, in my thirties, my expectations were properly tempered.

Because Some Doors Neve...

By Tommy Dean
There’s something about a baby-gate left unhinged. The way it lists to the right like a barn door left open for a pregnant stray cat.

Photo Story: Paper Moon

By Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri
Astride the swing ride, sky opens, vast, deep, lavender. I should be scared, suspended in the air. But I’m not.

Meaning Given, Meaning ...

By Santino Prinzi
We walk along the wooden pathways of Red Seabeach, breathing China deep.Crimson reeds glow, waving from the wetland like something fabricated.

La Gorda

By Nick Mansito
"Help me move this dresser to clean behind it." "Why? No one’s gonna see back there." She looked at me like I had three heads.

The Muscovy Duck

By Jeanette Topar
Balanced on a half-submerged log, she grooms her fine white feathers as if they are a mink coat, as if she resides high in a penthouse apartment.

Sisters in a Hotel Twin...

By Lucy Goldring
I’m doing a bum waggle dance at the window. Loosey goosey in powder blue pajamas. See my gone-wrong-Bond-girl silhouette? No other ten year old is this funny.

Photo Story: We’re Not ...

By Francis J. Trautman
When I attempted to sneak back home near dawn, she was there on the porch in her orange wig, red nose, and white pancake makeup. She pointed at an invisible watch on her wrist and then drew the finger across her throat.