Three Poems by Lynn Horton

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

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

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

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

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

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.
Let the world in all its glorious forms touch you, then write, write, write. —Lee Martin
Jealousy and Envy—The Evil Stepsisters

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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.
Two Poems by JJ Campbell

Two Poems by JJ Campbell

all my dreams / cost more than / whatever money / i ever had in my / life
Gilgamesh: A Film Treatment for the First Action Hero

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

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.
Three Poems by KG Newman

Three Poems by KG Newman

How do you feel / when driving past / the penitentiary on a winter night
Where Night Stops by Douglas Light

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.

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