Soil – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
My brother loved to eat soil, and I had to watch that he didn’t: do not let...
My Sister’s Troubles – By Robert Wexelblatt
Jason looks like a little fascist in his Cub Scout uniform. Another battle I lost, though I didn’t put up much of a fight. ...
She was his Lolita – By Rimli Bhattacharya
She always loved to write and dance, it was in her blood. She had been dancing since age four. She knew singing as well...
Father – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Now there are many people that write about what happened in our time, but only the two of us...
The Lighthouse – By Omar Essa
The lighthouse was built with faith and it was sturdy against concussions of doubt. It was weather-worn and stained with lichen, but age only...
Our Shadows Are One Shadow – By Samuel Stone
It is dark out. Ma flips down a switch on the wall by the front door and the porch light outside goes dark. She...
The Kissing Class – By Michael Conniff
You never knew what you might find in those handouts under Human Potential or Leisure Pursuits. You never knew, and it was in one...
Turkish Night – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Every story can be told in such a way that it will become more beautiful, and...
Moving Shadow – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Chona’s Chocho and Damjan Dabiziv are sitting under the withered plum tree on the boundary. The boundary divides them...
Audio Spotlight – By R.J. Fox
“Just think…if this goes well…we’ll die like this,” he said, as they lay entangled in the afterglow of amazing sex.
She laughed, knowing exactly what...
