FALLING • by Michael Guillebeau
We are sitting on the brink, and I am cleaning my gun.You say, “This is something I can do by myself.” I nod.“And yet, here I am.” You kick your legs over the edge like a little girl, back and… Continue Reading
Literary
GOLDEN CHILD • by Kenneth Tanemura
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, we honored your maternal great grandfather’s life by going to the cemetery dedicated to revolutionary heroes and government officials in Hanoi. We stood by the famous anticolonialist revolutionary’s grave. Your auntie… Continue Reading
THE LITTLE MAGIC COCOA BOX • by Petar Petrov
My mom gave me a little magic cocoa box for my fifth birthday, made of tin, with a snap lock to keep the cocoa safe. A year later, it still refills on its own. I drink cocoa every single day,… Continue Reading
ALO, MAMA? • by Elahe Nassr
“And then, maybe you’ll think of me whenever you see the stars.” Shahrzad remembered when she closed her book and took off her glasses, looking at the ceiling lights. Her mother had told her this, thirty-nine years ago. Shahrzad had… Continue Reading
ONCE, IN WINTER • by Gary Fincke
After he hit Len’s ancient used car, the drunk in the pickup truck offered seventy-five dollars and a gun for the damage done. He said, “Okay now, no need for police,” and though there was a left headlight to replace,… Continue Reading
DEEP-FRIED REBELLION • by Becca Fischer
In the rural hamlet of Lincoln, Pennsylvania, stories weren’t meant to be rewritten. As if born with a script in their hand, the townspeople all acted according to plan. Same as their parents and their grandparents before them, and perhaps… Continue Reading
THE GREY VOICE • by Robert Kibble
The chair didn’t fit in the room. It didn’t match anything else. Its faded yellow upholstery was just the wrong shade to match the lighter walls. Its pink flowers, liberally scattered across the fabric, matched nothing at all. Its wooden… Continue Reading
JOYLAND • by Shera Hill
I say, “Don’t you think the name’s a little simplistic, a little unsophisticated?” “Joyland,” Elaine repeats as we walk the dry brown hills. She adjusts her Ray-Bans. “I think it’s perfect, Stephen.” She found the property a few weeks ago.… Continue Reading
TRAIN TO SOMEWHERE • by Rebecca T Powell
I wanted to shove them into the tracks. I’d lost count of how long it’d been, but I was too conscious of the touches on my body; the scrape of an arm here, the brush of a leg there and… Continue Reading
EGG HUNT • by Bethany Bruno
My hands are hovering above my open eyes. I let out a deep sigh in the hopes that my wife will hurry up so I can get back to the game. I cast a quick glance below at my son,… Continue Reading