Fiction

By Sean Gill The bell chimed and the young man in the Bermuda shorts asked the girl in the silk robe if she was expecting...

By Meiko Ko When I opened my eyes I was in a car and a man was speaking to me. At first he looked like...

By Michael Cuglietta Brian sat at one end of the couch. His wife, Erica, sat at the other end. On the cushion between them, there was...

By Melissa Darcey If she squeezed real tight and lay stiff as a board, she’d be all right. He hadn’t been the first visitor, his...

By Heather Sager About six years ago I phoned my friend Samantha, a childless woman who had recently experienced setbacks in her ongoing treatment for...

By Andrew Reichard April 15th—the morning of our protest on Pennsylvania Avenue. The day we risked injury from a government that responded to rage with...

By Barrie Sherwood We left the port by night on a speedboat and once on the open sea met a trawler with three partitions in...

Words by Sung J. Woo Paintings by Dina Brodsky   Flow (I) “flooded rhine river, germany”   She did not see him because she’d been...

By Don Hymans Every Twelfth Tree My four-year old son has a poopy accident in his bedroom before bed so I throw his underpants with...

By Mary Jones We did what they said and brought her in the evening, just before closing. We put her in the backseat. She whimpered...

By Dean Marshall Tuck Is Ellie smiling at me—or is she just biting her saxophone reed? Her eyes look like she’s smiling. But can you...

By Kristen Gleason This is the season—swelling—for the garden. Take advantage. The jacaranda has bloomed and dropped—the grass wears purple well—beneath the tree the sitting...