by Brita Mackey“A man—he had a knife—he came out of a house and he took my phone.” I am not sure if I’m using the right word for knife.
by Chris ClearyKelly Pike awakes to the scent of his lemon drops. Lemon drops and pot. He insisted on bringing out the bong the night before, even though she told him it was unnecessary.
by Daniel UncapherHe arrived from the East with plenty to lose. Boomtown rascals took a shine to him real quick, coolly eyed.
by Elizabeth BrowneFor weeks now, Martine has wondered how she ended up this way. One day her left hand held the bar on the Skytrain. Now, her wrist has grown a ring of blonde hair, and out of that comes the hoof, gray and waxy.
Our most heartfelt congratulations and thanks to our very first Portal Prize winner for Speculative Fiction, Elizabeth Browne, for her story “Family Mart.”
by Manne GreenJackie had gotten it into his head that his new neighbor might have kids the same age as him that he could become best friends with.
I wish death were a man in a black cloak. / At least than I’d have some company.
The High Sierra hangs / suspended between the wing / and the sunken edge / of the caldera.
by James HartmanThe park is close to the chaos of Michigan’s largest shopping outlets, and I guess I chose this park for its proximity to this chaos.
by Aysia TorresXX was taught that her worth was determined by how much money she earned. Are women worth less than men if they make less money?
by Tommy DeanEven CNN was reporting the end of the world. There were rules, and we were about to break them.
by E.T. ParkerJohn the Baptist stands on the corner / of First and Shaw sporting / a pink cape and inline skates. / He holds a simple white sign: JESUS.
by Dr. Donna RobertsA scientist friend of mine once remarked, “What is the point of all this emotion? It just gets in the way.”
by Nels HansonBy night the owl attacks the crow, / day the crow the sleeping owl, ego / and shadow, shadow and ego, forever, / as long as there are owls and crows.