The Last Matinee – By James Gering
Davey lay on the road under the lights, green, orange, red, green, orange, his cheek on the grittyasphalt, his limbs hinged at weird angles....
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 Sky Sailor – By Hareendran Kallinkeel
Her steps, long leaps in the sky, allow her to travel miles in seconds. The wind that whooshes under her stretched arms tickles her...
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,...
The Water Charm – By Jonathan Ferrini
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The stars align like a map resulting in a fortuitous collision between aspiration and opportunity on a diverse cultural highway including dinosaurs.
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“He's a smooth...
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...
Clarity – By George Angel
(Note: The below piece functions as an introduction to the three pieces in Gossamer Buttresses (Grandeur, Misbehavior, and Anthropophagy). It is in the form ...
The Season of the Dandelions – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
“Do you know Nena?” my mother says before I take off my shoes and before I enter home. That...
