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.

As Close As I Came

By Dina L. Relles
I spent the better part of a drive trying to say what love is and still can’t.

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.