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.
Dec 14, 2021
by Mark Schimmoeller
The wild plums are blooming. They have bloomed every April since the man moved into the woods.
Dec 13, 2021
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.
Dec 12, 2021
by Danielle Claro
Employing every classic device in the Grand Gesture toolkit, this work is a stellar model for students of the form.
Dec 11, 2021
by Lisa K. Buchanan
The mortician arrived last night, well before the viewing, to paint our little girl pretty.
Dec 6, 2021
by Laurie Marshall
You’ll check the mailbox one last time in case the whole thing was a sick joke.
Mar 2, 2021
by Allison Brice
I took my breakup quietly, like a pitiful February rain with no lightning.
Dec 3, 2020
by Dino Parenti
One unremarkable March day, a man began puncturing random holes in his withered pasture with a post-hole digger.
Nov 27, 2020
by Tori Malcangio
In the dark, from my twin bed, I listen to Romy and her latest visitor in the sheets.
Nov 25, 2020
by Alle C. Hall
She was eight and at the beach and she felt like a movie star.