The Faith Healer

Nov 26, 2022

by Ciera Horton McElroy
We don’t know why he came. Ours is not a big city. There are no stadiums, no conference centers, no airport hotels to fill with hosannas. Instead, he has a folding chair at the farmer’s market.

I Baked a Cake as Big as Our House

Nov 21, 2022

by Anna Mantzaris
I started small. Bite-size cookies, mini brownies, tiny tarts and hand pies a 4-year old could cup like a fragile butterfly.

The Marked Book

Nov 18, 2022

by Sean Gill
The boy begins by saying he has killed a spider, a Goliath among spiders, a monster dangling from the ceiling on a strand of gleaming silk, the grossest thing he has ever seen.

Points of Entry

Nov 14, 2022

by Abbie Barker
Sometime before dawn, my son climbs into my bed. “The bat woke me,” he says.

Wandering Boy

Jul 1, 2022

by Jim Gish
We did not have to turn off the radio. My father told the mechanics, Ron and Pete, that it had a burned out tube. They just nodded. They knew better.

Todd

Jun 20, 2022

by Matthew Farrell
My sister is dating a man I can’t stand. They’ve been together for eleven months. I keep a handwritten list of his faults that is ever expanding.

The Science Hour

Jun 1, 2022

by Paul Byall
Early was there to fix a well. He didn’t know much about the universe or the planets, but he knew about all there was to know about machinery.

Paper Nests

Jan 7, 2022

by Laurel Miram
Pale yellow pads are best. They contrast well with black Sharpies. No one can miss a bumblebee.

Letter to My Coroner

Dec 23, 2021

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

Dec 14, 2021

by Mark Schimmoeller
The wild plums are blooming. They have bloomed every April since the man moved into the woods.