Paper Nests
by Laurel Miram
Pale yellow pads are best. They contrast well with black Sharpies. No one can miss a bumblebee.
Letter to My Coroner
by Christina Litchfield
We meet on a Monday. You hate Mondays because the weekend means car accidents and those are often tricky and unpleasant.
The Wild Plums are Blooming
by Mark Schimmoeller
The wild plums are blooming. They have bloomed every April since the man moved into the woods.
Paper Saints
by Tommy Dean
I might as well admit that I’m sinking. You know the joke about lifeguards drowning? Rip currents don’t care who they plunge to the bottom.
Museum of Grand Gestures
by Danielle Claro
Employing every classic device in the Grand Gesture toolkit, this work is a stellar model for students of the form.
Career Change
by Lisa K. Buchanan
The mortician arrived last night, well before the viewing, to paint our little girl pretty.
Some Things You’ll Do When You Would Rather Be Happy
by Laurie Marshall
You’ll check the mailbox one last time in case the whole thing was a sick joke.
The Noon Executions
by Susan M. Gelles
They heard the shots, and the cheers, and every Saturday night they drank to celebrate the everlasting strength of the regime.
Silent Night
by Mary Liza Hartong
Winter was still holding onto spring like a child who refuses to leave her blanket at home.
Crystal Pigs
by Allison Brice
I took my breakup quietly, like a pitiful February rain with no lightning.
It all began around a campfire…
Beautiful language
is meant to be heard as well as read, and in fact words were vocalized eons before they were ever committed to clay or parchment. Storytelling began around campfires. We seek prose and poetry that continue the tradition.
Contributor Spotlight:
Difficult Joy
by Brian Glaser
Open Contests
Lascaux Vol 8
by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review
