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.

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.