Workday – By Tim Bemis
Everyone knows a voice is easier to fire than a face. Tuzi was at home waiting for his cable appointment when he received the...
A Notary Public – By Jonathan B. Ferrini
My grandmother, Mildred, was an independent woman and an entrepreneur.
As Southern California was growing by leaps and bounds in the fifties, Mildred decided to...
Still Waters – By Kimberly Christensen
The aftershocks of the slammed door reverberated in Petra's ears as her lover thumped down the stairs, past the little teahouse on the ground...
Father – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Now there are many people that write about what happened in our time, but only the two of us...
Salute (Tekka Market) – By Pavle Radonić
For the best part of two years there had been no word of Tekka. Nothing. Zero. Then a couple months ago Zainuddin mentioned the...
Empedocles – By Mark Putzi
The sun blazes against the cloudless fabric of blue sky, engraves into my consciousness the sickly yellow face of a diseased child. Including myself,...
Moving Shadow – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Chona’s Chocho and Damjan Dabiziv are sitting under the withered plum tree on the boundary. The boundary divides them...
Pigeons – By Richard Risemberg
"Look at that scruffy bum, thinking he's so sexy—hah!" Ellie gestured with her jaw. A fat male pigeon puffed and strutted on the brickwork...
The Death of Joe Hill, the Immortal – By Dennis Vannatta
I’m tired—this night of restless dreams. I’d pray to the God of Sleep to give me peace, but what if I summoned up Death...
