Well-Coiffed Mullet: Story by Tom Mahony

Well-Coiffed Mullet: Story by Tom Mahony

The red light felt endless. I flipped through the radio dial—sick of the same old stuff—and paused at a soft hits station.
Archangels: Story by Anne Anthony

Archangels: Story by Anne Anthony

Michael stretches through the doorway, no apology on his face. He reeks of bourbon, cigarettes, and wet dog. He’s kept his hair long the way his Mama liked it.
Loma Prieta Blues: Story by Nicolas Poynter

Loma Prieta Blues: Story by Nicolas Poynter

Then the glasses started rattling around. Everyone must have noticed because we were all looking at one another.
Two Poems by David Tuvell

Two Poems by David Tuvell

Have you googled all the mysteries, Karen? / This isn’t a Pacific Theatre. / Watch the choreography of victim blood / splattered cold against the moon.
Modern Angels: Poem by Kate Nezelek

Modern Angels: Poem by Kate Nezelek

This is the fallen, breaking / ourselves over / like the wooden sticks / we once worried into crosses / so long ago.
Whatever Happened to Freddie? Story by Mark Jenkins

Whatever Happened to Freddie? Story by Mark Jenkins

I won’t lie, the first time I laid eyes on Freddie, squirming his way into the D-mark pit at the Merc, I hated him.
The first thing you have to learn when you go into the arts is to learn to cope with rejection. If you can’t, you’re dead. —Warren Adler
Excerpts From a Police Report on a Famous Actress

Excerpts From a Police Report on a Famous Actress

by Antoine Bargel
 
Had a liaison with Mr. Basilewski, residing at 59, Saint Peter Street, who had been involved with Mrs. Ferrari, to whom he had left a considerable sum.
My One True Talent

My One True Talent

by Jill Jepson
 
She was cool as ice cream, and twice as smooth. She’d done this a thousand times. Me, a couple hundred.
I Remember, Therefore I Am, Part 2: False Memories and Memory Mistakes

I Remember, Therefore I Am, Part 2: False Memories and Memory Mistakes

by Dr. Donna Roberts
 
Did you ever recount an experience from your past, only to be told that’s not how it happened?
All Mine

All Mine

by Mary Ann Cooper
 
In August of 1971, I was twenty years old and miserable. All of my friends were away at college while I was still at home with my family.
Two Poems by P.W. Bridgman

Two Poems by P.W. Bridgman

For those who know East Vancouver, Triumph and / Pandora Streets run in parallel.
Dilemma: Separation Anxiety

Dilemma: Separation Anxiety

My son is in 1st grade. I have recently separated from his father, so he and I are living without a Dad in the house. School started recently and while he says he loves school he completely falls apart when it’s time to go.
Horoscopes for Writers -- February 2017

Horoscopes for Writers — February 2017

Word counts, book sales, even romance: the only astrological guide a writer needs.
The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah: Everything Old Is New Again

The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah: Everything Old Is New Again

Review by Joy Ralph
 
How does an author tell a fresh and interesting story when an audience already knows how everything is going to end?
From Argos to Sotor

From Argos to Sotor

by Angela Kubinec
 
I have been working on a script for a movie that harkens back to the tradition of righteous revenge in the fresh light of the twenty-first century, an age where some dogs eat more nutritious food than people.
Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Curtain

Pay No Attention to the Man Behind the Curtain

by Emile DeWeaver
 
Watching the coverage of the Ghost Ship fire that struck my hometown of Oakland, I’m struck by how, as a nation, we play the blame game.
Two Poems by J.J. Campbell

Two Poems by J.J. Campbell

wake up in a dreary nuclear afterworld / another murder / another drug bust
Purgation

Purgation

by Thomas Elson
 
Two days after Walter T. Andrews received his prognosis, he sat with his second wife, Shirley, and detailed for the first time both his lymphatic cancer and the extent of his estate.
New York, After the Election

New York, After the Election

by Kent Oswald
 
After the election it's all normal, except it isn't—as nobody can define normal anymore (even on a warmish NYC evening in November).
My Name is Lucy Barton: Review by Donna Roberts

My Name is Lucy Barton: Review by Donna Roberts

In Lucy we see the parts of ourselves that are at once hardened, and yet remain vulnerable, toughened and yet desperate, conquered and yet not fully defeated.
Boots

Boots

by DC Diamondopolous
 
Army Private First Class Samantha Cummings stood at attention holding a stack of boxes, her unwashed black hair slicked back in a ponytail and knotted military style.

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