by Jim Daniels Jesse watched his breath rise into gray sky. He puffed like a choo-choo train..
Here is a secret: I do care for being bundled, which was the draw for me living underground, where it is meant to stay cold.
She shook his hand wearing the smile she uses when she’s behind the pharmacy counter, the one where her eyes get that I-hope-you’re-not-contagious look.
“We have just begun to scratch the surface.”
by Mark Crimmins Her blue hands tremble as if they have just crawled out of her sleeves.
by Liz Breen Yet he knew that if he could be anything in the world, he would be her cigarette.
by E.B. Bartels “Describing the human experience is a job too big for one person,” Batuman said. There can’t just be one writer, because writers...
by Jeremiah Driver Had a moth seeking shelter found moisture in the dark?
by Zahra Chithiwala After the dust settled, I put on one of her sweaters and walked and walked until I couldn’t walk anymore.
Judged by Francisco Goldman (fiction), Cheryl Strayed (nonfiction), and Alan Michael Parker (poetry).
by John Findura Most shark attacks occur ten feet from shore
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