Fiction

Erika Thorkelson -

Around the time the kittens started going missing, I noticed a surplus of abandoned clothing in the streets. But maybe I’m mashing the two...

Weston Cutter -

A few days ago Toof started up again, eating only a bit of dog food at a time. He’d race in from the living...

Mark Paterson -

The TV is on mute so none of us know something is wrong until my brother notices the news desk has no anchorperson. “What’s...

Jonathan Papernick -

She had seen that clouded look before, a determined mix of pity and revulsion and something else she could not define. It was there...

Nicholas Bede Stenner -

When a worn copy of Riddley Walker and Volume 21 of Hana Kimi appear on her desk accompanied by a worn library card, a...

Sativa January -

No peach. Also, no roses. Peach roses reminded Ann of dead people, of her dead grandma. Ann's mother, Mona, was...

Joan Tick drawings by Maude Black -

I want to raise emus on the bayou—a place unchanged since Twain wrote about its uncommon and mysterious nature. I want to catch catfish...

Susan Alexander -

Cecilia is standing at the corner of St. George and Willcocks Streets, trying to forget. She does this once a year, just before she climbs...

John Lavery -

He stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but his duly-rude apron and the birthmark that covered the left side of his face from his...

Shannon Cason -

My father left me his camera. It was in a boxy aluminum case with two latches in the front that locked. It also had...