Stained Lips
By Jan Elman StoutShe dabs her lips with Faithful Fawn. He hovers behind, runs his fingers through his graying hair, eyes fixed on his reflection. How do I look? Her mouth forms a perfect “O,” presses shut.
Full Cold Moon
By Gay DeganiThey bear witness, the girl and the supermoon, pinned to different worlds. She studies the ocean, chin on knees, toes buried in cooling sand...
Child’s Play
By Melanie Bui LarsenThe first thing we noticed after breaking into his room was the mess. Mounds of clothing and food wrappers rose like rock formations.
An Addition to the Fami...
By Lavanya VasudevanThey smell the same, your woman and child, drenched in the sweet of milk and the salt of sweat.
Aches and Pains
By Lora KilpatrickWe sit on ash heaps, picking our scabs. We’ve learned not to feel the hunger or pain anymore.
Photo Story: Senaida
By Shara ConcepciónFirst came the missionaries, their soft limbs sifting debris; their sloughing faces beading saltwater, full of want for remembrance. Gone, the clamor of rebuilding.
You Gotta Know Your Ter...
By Paul BeckmanI called my wife from the road and told her that the sales were slow and I was going to cross the state line into Nebraska and try to open some new territory and we exchanged I love yous...
School Run
By Lucy Goldringforce children buggy bags through front door walk fast walk faster break into jog point out dog shit are we late mum no it’s fine just haven’t got time to spare…
Cubist Mother
By Michelle RossWhen I found my mother throwing dishes at the mortar wall behind our house, she said only, “I forgot these once belonged to my mother.”
My Lover the Fly
By Nan WigingtonAlright, so he throws up all over his food. So what? He doesn't have the enzymes to eat this crap.
Cigarettes
By Amy L. BethkeWe had one argument and that’s all. Cigarettes. Me telling you they stink, saying please brush your teeth so I can kiss you.
Why I Despise Christmas...
By Sarah FrelighBecause of the evergreen stink of gin I got a face full of whenever my daddy kissed me good night...
Of Mice and Hofmann
By Michael MichailidisI could never forget those mice, the way they looked at me when I administered the compound, LSD-25.
First Winter After the ...
By JSP JacobsBreathless, she steadies herself against the front door, turns to survey all she’s done. A clear path shoveled through the snow.
English 101
By Amy J. KirkwoodRed pen buzzing through and over her dream-laced stories, always. Are you sure about the use of ‘extra-ordinary’, here? (sp) exclaimed, exceptional.
