Thieving Magpie

Allison Cross – Essay

The sun, unrelenting now, hammers my head. Blooming white and lilac azalea flowers spill from ceramic pots that line the...

The next morning, he woke up at his usual, pre-dawn time. He cooked an egg and smeared butter on wheat...

The book was an entertaining read, though it left Jordy thinking of Grayson basically as a player with a God...

The plastic cup knocked over by the wind
startles you in mid-thought. It held
ashes that scatter over the parquet floor.
No need...

Wasn’t that the story of her life? Currying favor that was never forthcoming? Jess at 13 buying lunch for the...

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve loved the word “striking.” You see that word used about a lot...

Church bells rang out the noon Angelus. The ringing is automated now, someone told me. That’s not change. They still...

Learn to get just drunk enough in the morning that you have a headache by lunch time and cannot possibly...

He undressed for bed that night feeling reluctant to examine himself in the mirror. He couldn’t even muster the courage...

Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia....