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Einstein Waters the Flowers on a Berlin Street in Late August, 1919Fiction

Einstein Waters the Flowers on a Berlin Street in Late August, 1919

Trish SaundersOctober 24, 2020

-after "Einstein’s Dreams" A man and woman walk hand in hand down the Grabenstrasse. The street is quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. An aproned…

Curtain ClosedFiction

Curtain Closed

Trish SaundersSeptember 12, 2020

I want to believe in reincarnation.  Maybe it’s because my father told me, just before he died, that he didn’t believe in an afterlife, had…

A LaughFiction

A Laugh

Mir-Yashar SeyedbagheriSeptember 6, 2020

The bars close down. The virus. So I have my own drinking night. I line up four glasses of Merlot in my bedroom. Prep…

All Dug UpFiction

All Dug Up

Ann KammererAugust 4, 2020

The excavators started one street over, blocking the street with “ROAD CLOSED” signs and orange cones that kids upended with their bikes. “I suppose…

Chain Book StoreCreative Non-Fiction, Essays, Fiction, Poetry

Chain Book Store

I watch them come in. The women in Mickey Mouse sweatshirts, their mouths open. They shuffle. Everybody shuffles. The men in winter coats with…

One rupee coinFiction

One rupee coin

Jay GandhiJanuary 30, 2020

A fast train from Pradipghat would take around 45-50 minutes to reach Bharatgadh. Marvan would travel daily between the two stations, in a second…

PathetiqueFiction

Pathetique

Mir-Yashar SeyedbagheriJanuary 8, 2020

Mother plays piano. It’s a dark night. She plays all the saddest pieces. Tchaikovsky seems to break her piano apart with fervency. Debussy’s sad,…

Selfie with a Dying CatFiction, Poetry

Selfie with a Dying Cat

Lisa SummeDecember 19, 2019

I’m at the vet with my roommate while her cat is dying behind a few sets of closed doors, & I notice the purple…

Air BagFiction, Poetry

Air Bag

Jill WinkowskiDecember 6, 2019

i have tasted air bag, it’s a badge of honor, a one-way ticket to epiphany, it tastes like burnt rubber, like powdery words sucked…

The Blue GhostFiction

The Blue Ghost

Ann KammererJuly 30, 2019

He gave her a book that was navy blue and hardcover and had a strip of numbers taped on the spine. “You’ll like it,”…

Summer of CrowsFiction

Summer of Crows

Ann KammererJune 23, 2019

The cawing started in the morning at no particular time, unlike the trills of songbirds that started at dawn. Instead, the cawing began with…

Growth on the JobFiction

Growth on the Job

Tom RiordanJune 1, 2019

In the meantime, I'm here and they're not. I have learned one thing, because I get treated very unfairly, that's what I call it,…