Shoreline – By George Angel

    What happens when what we know, what we live and feel leads us away from coherence and unity, and we are left only with...

The Picnic Basket – By Jonathan Ferrini

          "Items found “hiding in plain sight”, are best “left well enough alone”.   I raced home from work to my wilderness paradise,...

Around Robin Hood’s Barn – By Judith Goode

    My therapist wants me to feel my feelings. I have a CD of bird songs and I’m listening to those and sitting in my...

Raglan Road – A Cautionary Tale – By Gabriel Rosenstock

    On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue...

I’ll be Late for the Christmas Party! – By Jonathan Ferrini

    I live in a modest home, alone; I inherited it from my mom. It’s in the small, cozy town of Arlington, Washington, which is...

Cleaning – By Norbert Kovacs 

    The stain had grown out of hand, Marcia Wilson thought raising her spray in the family bathroom. Black mildew that first covered a patch...

Solomon – By Dennis Vannatta

  Someone with a good heart, who could have easily gone on through the EZ-Pass lane and washed his hands of the affair, went out...

Maintenance – By George Angel

    Amis had been grazed to the right of his spine by a bolt of lightning when he was an adolescent. That was the side...

The Autumn of the General – By Nabeel Najjar

    Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim   He woke up early, as usual, and slipped swiftly from beneath the immense pile of blankets to...

Surrender – By Bari Lynn Hein

  Dad’s car had plastic seat covers and no seatbelts. Whenever he turned a corner, he would intentionally accelerate, and Brad and I would slide...

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