Grandeur – By George Angel
I have lost my dignity.
Though my wife mourns it daily, is appalled, I say, "Good riddance!"
I sit hunched over and receive the minutes, let...
Loss – By Danijela Trajković
I'm back in the village. And, of course, it is always my aunt that I encounter. We meet outside. She invites me to come...
Tamales for Sale – By Kunal Mehra
She hugged her eight-year-old son Pedro goodbye, giving him his lunchbox.
“No enchilada?”, Pedro asked.
She shook her head. He loved enchiladas, and she wanted to...
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...
Empedocles – By Mark Putzi
The sun blazes against the cloudless fabric of blue sky, engraves into my consciousness the sickly yellow face of a diseased child. Including myself,...
Anthropophagy – By George Angel
(Note: This is the third part of Gossamer Buttresses, of which the first two are : Grandeur and Misbehavior, respectively).
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We are all edible. Doubt...
Shoreline – By George Angel
( Part 2 of 3)
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I have never lived anywhere with a swimming pool. And yet, I have a distinct memory...
Misbehavior – By George Angel
One set of tracks curl out in one direction, the other set in another. Not a "v" exactly, more like the curling leaves at...
Stars above Detroit – By Jonathan B. Ferrini
It was a cold and snowy December when I was handed the address of a “crack house” in one of the deserted and boarded...
Krenshaw Meets Her Old Boyfriend’s New Girlfriend – By Karys Rhea
Although Krenshaw had broken up with John, she was, nonetheless, heartbroken to discover that less than three weeks later, he had moved on and...
