Crystal Pigs

by Allison Brice
I took my breakup quietly, like a pitiful February rain with no lightning.

The Company of Shallow Holes

by Dino Parenti
One unremarkable March day, a man began puncturing random holes in his withered pasture with a post-hole digger.

There, I Said It

by Tori Malcangio
In the dark, from my twin bed, I listen to Romy and her latest visitor in the sheets.

Crashing

by Alle C. Hall
She was eight and at the beach and she felt like a movie star.

Remains

by Maureen Simons
They came back every year to lay flowers at the spot. Two little girls, hand in hand, walked soundlessly up Nora’s driveway.

Candy: A Teenage Gospel

by Tommy Dean
I promised I wouldn’t follow, that I’d have to stay alive, because the people would demand a witness.

Joshua

by Jordana Jacobs
Inside the ovaries of my husband’s grandmother, Sylvie, resided an egg the size of a grain of sand that would have been Hannah, my brilliant and accomplished mother-in-law.

Zilla, 2015

by Jeff Somers
When she signed the lease and moved her stuff into the place, she knew she was leaning into a decline she’d begun some time before.

Wapiti Nocturne

by Douglas W. Milliken
Mum died in the last days of October, leaving—among other things—a lot of fall-time chores incomplete.

Palloncino

by Lauren Lynn Matheny
Whatever the color, there had been a balloon. There had been a boy. And there had been a fall.