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
The Living Dance: Poem by Tammy Oberhausen
Tuning up, a chord, a riff, / my grandfather plays / Freight Train, finger-thumb picking style, / and we three girls are on our feet.
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.
Gilgamesh: A Film Treatment for the First Action Hero
by Scott Archer Jones
In the third millennium, fifteen hundred years before Homer’s Iliad, Gilgamesh was the stuff of legend. In fact, he was the first tragic hero.
The Psychology of The Walking Dead—The Appeal of Post-Apocalyptic Stories
by Dr. Donna Roberts
I’m not a Walking Dead fan, which is surprising because I love binging on TV series and I loved horror movies as a teenager.
Where Night Stops by Douglas Light
Review by Angela Kubinec
In my morbid imagination I wonder if a drowning person has time to realize that others are standing around doing nothing, stunned and possibly silent.
