Three Poems by KG Newman
How do you feel / when driving past / the penitentiary on a winter night
Three Poems by Lynn Horton
Fish fall from the sky / in silvery hooks / on a subduction shore / where boats beat at dusk with hunting
Self-Portrait: Poem by Jack D. Harvey
Yes, that is me / on my pet pony / only two and a half years old.
Mornin Fever: Story by Bob Beach
The first dayshine spilled hurryish over Miz Pennypacker’s tarpaper roof and splashed the front yard like a stream of melty butter.
Two Poems by Amelia Leff
When the beam snapped, / the rope that clung to my life slipped. / The roof caved in as / I saw the floorboards part
Two Poems by Lowell Jaeger
When my first wife and I / were new to each other, / we moved into a cinderblock apartment
Three Poems by Rick Lupert
When the synagogue told me / we’d be going to the duck pond to / cast away our sins / I thought, that’s not fair to the ducks.
With the Greatest Good in Mind
by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
I’m not comfortable telling you how much I weigh. I’m not even okay with being weighed at the doctor’s office. In fact, I’ll avoid going to the doctor altogether, if it means I won’t have to step onto the scale and brace myself.
Old Hollywood
by Alan Swyer
Years ago, when I was still relatively new to Los Angeles, I was walking to lunch one day with someone who would become a mentor when a distinguished-looking older man gasped. “Rod Amateau! Fuck you!”
Runaway Truck Ramp
by Michael Wade
His cramped right foot hurts. From holding the pedal way down where it’s never been before. He can’t let it up. He can’t let it up because if he does it means he believes this has happened.
Jealousy and Envy—The Evil Stepsisters
by Dr. Donna Roberts
Think back. Have you ever celebrated a success, but had a nagging feeling that others were less than happy for you?
For Goodwill
by Mary K. Hawley
For more than twenty years the Langs and the Turners lived side by side in wood-frame Victorians separated by the Turners’ narrow driveway, each house a mirrored replica of the other with a wide front porch and bay windows.
Learning Games
by Danielle Holmes
The library’s Saturday morning storytime was cancelled due to poor attendance. The staff had tried everything to keep it afloat.
Two Poems by Allison Collins
That time after the Golden Hour / when the sky glows one slow chalk streak, / the horizon like flesh / pressed to a lightbulb, / I said, come with me.
Dilemma: Am I a Helicopter Parent?
by Dr. Donna Roberts
The teacher accused me of being a “helicopter parent.” When I arrived home that night, stunned from her accusation, my husband just laughed and said, “Yeah, you are.”
Wrestling News, July 2004, #41
by Andrew Hogan
World Federation for Wrestling Slapdown Host Don Deleterious’s June 3, 2004 On-Air Interview with Francisco Grajilla, Professional Wrestling’s Hottest New Superstar.
Three Poems by Marissa Glover
I don’t even know how you got published. / Of all writers in the world, you’re the worst.
We Are Sorry for Your Loss
by Ken Massicotte
I wasn’t frightened by damnation, preferred / Merry Company in a Pergola, / Jan Steen’s tavern maid with the cider pot
Un Gran Amor: A Feminist Love Story
by Meg Rivera
He opened the door at her first quiet knock. A smile split his face. He pulled her into his embrace, shutting the door with the toe of his boot.
A Place You Can See the Stars
by Cathy Ulrich
Her baby will be born fire; her baby will burn. She feels it, feverish during the pregnancy, exhaling smoke from her mouth.
