Shoreline – By George Angel
What happens when what we know, what we live and feel leads us away from coherence and unity, and we are left only with...
The Picnic Basket – By Jonathan Ferrini
"Items found “hiding in plain sight”, are best “left well enough alone”.
I raced home from work to my wilderness paradise,...
Around Robin Hood’s Barn – By Judith Goode
My therapist wants me to feel my feelings. I have a CD of bird songs and I’m listening to those and sitting in my...
Raglan Road – A Cautionary Tale – By Gabriel Rosenstock
On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue...
I’ll be Late for the Christmas Party! – By Jonathan Ferrini
I live in a modest home, alone; I inherited it from my mom. It’s in the small, cozy town of Arlington, Washington, which is...
Cleaning – By Norbert Kovacs
The stain had grown out of hand, Marcia Wilson thought raising her spray in the family bathroom. Black mildew that first covered a patch...
Solomon – By Dennis Vannatta
Someone with a good heart, who could have easily gone on through the EZ-Pass lane and washed his hands of the affair, went out...
Maintenance – By George Angel
Amis had been grazed to the right of his spine by a bolt of lightning when he was an adolescent. That was the side...
The Autumn of the General – By Nabeel Najjar
Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim
He woke up early, as usual, and slipped swiftly from beneath the immense pile of blankets to...
Surrender – By Bari Lynn Hein
Dad’s car had plastic seat covers and no seatbelts. Whenever he turned a corner, he would intentionally accelerate, and Brad and I would slide...
