Report to the Society – By Robert Wexelblatt
Honored Chairman and Members of the Société d’Exploration Anthropologique, the unrest in S. province has persisted as long as anyone can remember. The attitude...
A Flash of Lightning in a Summer Cloud* – By Ric Nudell
The spring sun had chinned above the Liminal Street Bridge and was beginning to scrub off the morning chill. Heard, but unseen, a cardinal...
Hsi-wei and The Rule of Avoidance – By Robert Wexelblatt
When he retired from walking through the Empire leaving behind him poems and straw sandals, Hsi-wei had been presented, formally by the governor but...
Emergency – By George Angel
Now I become distracted at the...
I Wouldn’t Rule Out A Wooden Box – By Michael Tyler
And I meet Davison in a burger joint balls-to-the-wall ‘retro’ in a way that is less than impressive. Davison is sitting in a booth...
Giant Step – By Eric Morlock
"Once you finally make that commitment," he says, "there's such a sense of peace. It's incredible."
The fog has lifted, and the early...
The Hunt for Fireflies (Hotaru-Gari) – By Rene Maori
Translation from the Russian by Alex Ben Zion
Tokyo. 1965.
As the years go by I find myself increasingly inclined to disappear into a bustling crowd....
The Night Watcher – By Jonathan B. Ferrini
“Hey fella’s, it’s Mikey checkin’ in.
“Anything to know about before I begin watch?”
“Just a complaint about noisy bullfrogs out at the lake, Mikey.”
“It’s summer...
The Luthiers – By Joe Ducato
Fog settled over the water. At the wharf, men in beach chairs watched. Sometimes they called themselves The Guardians of the Sea. Other times...
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...
