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.

The Crayfish Seller

By Richard Berry
A woman walks past my stall every afternoon in this spot at 4:15. Never 4:10 and never 4:20.

Rain

By Meg Pokrass
Mr. Anderson and I understand each other. One thing we agree on: his wife is wonderful. "She kicks me out of bed these days," he says.

A Clean Sweep

By Donald Ranard
She was bending over the dining room table taking a close-up of a vase. The table was covered with vases and bowls.“What’s going on?” he said.

Why I Got Written Up by...

By Kathryn Kulpa
Smother me in redneck kisses. Pour that smoky Bar-B-Q down my neck and lick it off, no rush.

Of spiderwebs and broom...

By Sandra Arnold
I took down the get-well cards on my daughter’s wallboard. A scrap of paper under a silver horseshoe with a date in her handwriting.

The Devil’s in the Deta...

By Pamela Painter
A priest and a rabbi come out of a bar. No one saw them go in. No one saw where they sat, what they were drinking or what they said to each other.