I Baked a Cake as Big as Our House

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

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

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

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.