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Go Ahead, Smell It
You totally get why the bees and bugs are drawn in too, so you don't mind them so much. We're...
Allison Cross – Essay
The sun, unrelenting now, hammers my head. Blooming white and lilac azalea flowers spill from ceramic pots that line the...
Michael Manerowski – Fiction
The next morning, he woke up at his usual, pre-dawn time. He cooked an egg and smeared butter on wheat...
Wendy Scheir – Fiction
The book was an entertaining read, though it left Jordy thinking of Grayson basically as a player with a God...
Salvatore DiFalco – 3 Poems
The plastic cup knocked over by the wind
startles you in mid-thought. It held
ashes that scatter over the parquet floor.
No need...
Linda Boroff – Fiction
Wasn’t that the story of her life? Currying favor that was never forthcoming? Jess at 13 buying lunch for the...
Mark Mullen – Fiction
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve loved the word “striking.” You see that word used about a lot...
Joe McAvoy – Fiction
Church bells rang out the noon Angelus. The ringing is automated now, someone told me. That’s not change. They still...
Sarah Hassan – Fiction
Learn to get just drunk enough in the morning that you have a headache by lunch time and cannot possibly...
Tony Van Witsen – Fiction
He undressed for bed that night feeling reluctant to examine himself in the mirror. He couldn’t even muster the courage...