Learning Games: Fiction by Danielle Holmes

Learning Games: Fiction by Danielle Holmes

The library’s Saturday morning storytime was cancelled. 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.
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.
Two Poems by JJ Campbell

Two Poems by JJ Campbell

all my dreams / cost more than / whatever money / i ever had in my / life
Three Poems by KG Newman

Three Poems by KG Newman

How do you feel / when driving past / the penitentiary on a winter night
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
Let the world in all its glorious forms touch you, then write, write, write. —Lee Martin
A Midwestern Gothic

A Midwestern Gothic

by Alec Osthoff
 
You call the drink a Tom Collins. It makes you more alert to the thin black arm hairs of the man you’re talking to. He’s a spoken word poet—Shelly introduced you, and you haven’t had sex since last spring semester.
Three Poems by Rick Lupert

Three Poems by Rick Lupert

When the synagogue told me / we’d be going to the duck pond to / cast away our sins / I thought, that’s not fair to the ducks.
With the Greatest Good in Mind

With the Greatest Good in Mind

by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
 
I’m not comfortable telling you how much I weigh. I’m not even okay with being weighed at the doctor’s office. In fact, I’ll avoid going to the doctor altogether, if it means I won’t have to step onto the scale and brace myself.
Old Hollywood

Old Hollywood

by Alan Swyer
 
Years ago, when I was still relatively new to Los Angeles, I was walking to lunch one day with someone who would become a mentor when a distinguished-looking older man gasped. “Rod Amateau! Fuck you!”
Runaway Truck Ramp

Runaway Truck Ramp

by Michael Wade
 
His cramped right foot hurts. From holding the pedal way down where it’s never been before. He can’t let it up. He can’t let it up because if he does it means he believes this has happened.
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.
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