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AnaphoraPoetry

Anaphora

Wim ColemanSeptember 21, 2024

The question becomes one of questions and more questions.​ The question becomes which question to ask.​ The question becomes whether to ask it at…

HomeGirlFiction

HomeGirl

Dale M. TushmanSeptember 20, 2024

When I was a child, the word most often applied to me was shy. Not true. I simply enjoyed watching. Everything. Every night, I would…

Potter’s IslandPoetry

Potter’s Island

Wim ColemanSeptember 11, 2024

  O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.​                          …

Johnny the CatPoetry

Johnny the Cat

Lawrence GeorgeSeptember 9, 2024

tomorrow i'm gonna carry a casket the body of a kid I once raced in a long ago summer in San Jose high school…

Prelude in E Minor or Milner Place Hoists SailPoetry, Poetry

Prelude in E Minor or Milner Place Hoists Sail

Mark A. MurphySeptember 7, 2024

We cannot go with you this time All-consuming night has swallowed the solemn moon So hightide and wave retire and the piano charms with…

David’s WifeFiction

David’s Wife

Kaci Skiles LawsAugust 30, 2024

Martha was dying. Her doctor knew it, her husband, David, knew it, and me being her caregiver, knew it too. The only one who…

Pushing Potatoes at a Point in TimeNon-fiction

Pushing Potatoes at a Point in Time

Kay ElewskiAugust 9, 2024

A colorful mural climbed the wall of a building perched at the corner and I crossed toward its sunbathed warmth then stopped. Stretched across…

Androcles & MarsFiction

Androcles & Mars

Sherry CassellsAugust 8, 2024

I can feel my molecules. My fingers clench and press on the opposite hand’s knuckles, wrenching, small strands of sinew click back and forth, my hands…

The CureFiction

The Cure

Jordan TretheweyAugust 3, 2024

Don’t ask me why I thought this would work. It seemed as plausible as any of the other “cures” I’ve tried since the diagnosis.…

The InterviewFiction

The Interview

Sherry CassellsJuly 28, 2024

This apartment is noisy. Have there always been so many sirens, so many cars, so many bubbling lights? Where on earth is everybody going?…

LiminalPoetry

Liminal

David BelcherJuly 26, 2024

I wait in a queue at the store to pay for my basket of groceries and I wait for swallowed painkillers to ease my…