Dancing Bautas: Story by Russell Hemmell
Ca’ Dario stands in front of us, sombre, sleek and precious, often avoided and always dreaded.
Instructions For Travel: Poem by Suzy Baum
Take a deeper breath, / the kind that quiets your belly / when you stand on the cliff’s edge of a new now.
Bryan with a Y: Story by Samuel Cole
I touch his shoulder, wishing to touch everything else. Now. Here. Out in the open.
Pity: Story by Claire Hopple
Smith’s sister convinced him to move in with her and her husband. He could tell even over the phone that she relished the chance to mother him.
Two Poems by David Spicer
Before I toast you with Here’s / to the Buddhist who never judges, / I’ll tell a joke about a black marble / statue of Lenin everybody thinks / is you.
Sonder: Poem by Kelly Konya
When he speaks of mindfulness and writes it off— / prayer is better suited but for what?— / I can tell he believes it, fathoms it clearly.
Flashes
by Mitchell Grabois
This is not a job I ever expected to have, but I couldn’t keep farming, not enough land, machines too old.
Song
by Mary Ann McGuigan
My mother had convinced herself—and us—that the landlord would never go through with it.
The Great Neighborhood Debate of 1977
by Dr. Donna Roberts
The summer of 1977 was the summer of the great debate in my neighborhood.
Not Quite Lost, by Roz Morris
Review by Angela Kubinec
Morris shares tales of the many ways we travel, in our minds and with our bodies.
The Feather Pillow
by Horacio Quiroga
Her honeymoon, when it came, induced in her the seed of dread.
Horoscopes for Writers — October 2017
Word counts, book sales, even romance: the only astrological guide a writer needs.
Daughter by Jane Shemilt
review by Donna Roberts
I’m always intrigued when a plot that has been done before—many times before, until it’s almost a cliché—can come across fresh and new.
The Great Librarian Roundtable
Interviews by Kent Oswald
Libraries are changing, and librarians are adapting heroically.
When We Are Alive
by Kaori Fujimoto
You rush from your home in the Tokyo area, and, as the train station comes into view, you see your fellow commuters bottlenecked into the street.
Wounds
by Juleus Ghunta
The night she tried to beat me, I slept on the veranda / of the shop in the square.
Sequoia Sempervirens
by Amye Archer
There are nights when I look at you, feel for you in the dark, and the falling into one another, the estuary we create, is still so easy.
Three Poems by Michelle Brooks
Bleak, that’s a given. No sun for / days. The spring doesn’t arrive / soon enough.
Naturally about Kamagra knew, several times I bought Kamagra in a drugstore, but on a pocket noticeably beats and became less and less likely to take, then I started looking for analogs and substitutes, not HERBAL, friend was eating half a year and zero effect.
