Tattered Little Father

By Taylor Oren
I keep a photo of a stranger. I rescued him out of an estate sale cigar box. He looked the most like me.

An Honest Mistake

By Michael Somes
I walked into the wrong apartment coming back from work, and someone else’s wife embraced me.

The Hive

By Ingrid Jendrzejewsk
We’re buzzing in our pews, the electricity of raw gossip flitting around us like so many wings. We feed on it, spread it around like a honey that sticks.

Photo Story: Life in Movies

By Richard Edenfield
We liked to mash up the entire box of Junior Mints into one big ball. Make it into the Death Star and eat it like Jedi Knights.

Photo Story: Pierced

By Catina Green
She wore army men as earrings, stretched t-shirts into skirts and blew through a can of AquaNet every two weeks maintaining a rooster comb hairdo of her own design.

Papi

By Christopher Cruz
I raced back from our house in Puerto Rico, going back to where my father slipped off the cliff. My brother, Miguel, was with me.

Photo Story: All Things Bright and Beautiful

By Max Cardwell
Under northern skies in a hotel bed he is shifting in tidal sleep, from foyer bar oblivion.

Jimmy Leaves a Message and Considers Nautical Miles

By Jason Marak
Hi, Delta. You're not taking my calls. Maybe you don't have a signal. Either way. Just wanted to tell you keep clear of me.

The Lineup

By Michele Berger
Ricky drags Derek, out of his hiding place, into the lineup with the other neighborhood boys.

Rolling

By Dzvinia Orlowsky
Late August, a cat rolling in mown grass flips to its back again, then to its feet, half sun-drunk, half whiplash tail. I am loved. Not. Am.

Passing Lane

By M.J. Iuppa
Sally was the twin who took chances. A cherry-lipped brunette with a Louise Brook’s bob, she turned heads in traffic.

Photo Story: The Abominable

By Michael Snyder
Lucy could bend even the smallest rays of light to her will. She created her own humidity, burrowed deep, and made dormant things grow.

Sweetie Pie

By Sherrie Flick
I started calling both my dog and husband Sweetie Pie the same year my husband found my lover’s cashmere sock.

Salient Sounds

By Connor Walsh
Back when I was young enough to invent and trust in my own Boy Scout knot, I tied a tape-recorder to a turtle’s shell and set it free.

Invite Him In, Ask For Help

By Simon Jimenez
The zipper began at the nape of her neck. With thumb and forefinger, he pulled, slow, drawing out the sound of the unraveling of caught teeth.

Great Composers of the American Popular Song

By Lina Chern
A window opens on a forest: trees, moonlight, a path. You’ve been here before: the knot in a pine becomes a long-lost face, the veil of leaves a scarf of blue silk.

The Evergreen

By Tara Ramsey
Hannah's motorcycle fishtails on wet pavement before she goes down. This is it.

Descent

By Levi Andrew Noe
I tried to teach you how to shoot a spitwad. How to find the right shooter, just the right diameter.

Deep Blue

By Patricia O'Donnell
A farmer in Iowa continued farming well into his 80s. He drove his air-conditioned tractor ten hours a day, even when there was nothing to till, nothing to plow, nothing to disc or harrow or plant.

Photo Story: Cutting Lines

By Kathryn Pallant
It was her father’s favorite station: polished marble, vaulted ceiling, windows straight from a mansion house. Just like the best library he ever went to, but never had time for until the end.