Short Story

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...

Michelle Miller -

Margene is all the way out of bed and into the bathroom before she realizes what day it is. It's Gladys who reminds her....

Gary Barwin -

THE EVENING MEAL My father rolled up our house and walked into the forest. When he arrived at the world’s edge, he turned, pulled up...

David Laskowski -

The Cuckoo Is a Pretty Bird When asked by the Committee on Acknowledgment for A Purpose to Be Named Later to choose a...

Rob Benvie -

Mere days before my brother-in-law Richie was shipped off to southern Afghanistan, and seven months before the LAV III he and two fellow light...

David Ross -

The reason I ended up alone in Marta’s closet was that being caught by her parents would have changed everything, and in those days...

Elisabeth Harvor -

After we had been married for seven years we fell in love. Although not with each other. And not even with others. We fell...

Olena Jennings -

Claire’s hair made her sad. It fell out in black clumps every morning. After a series of blood tests, she was found to be...

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...

Holly Flauto Salmon -

I watched the road, the lines, the median, and the trees. I drove beside a bicyclist, and I could feel the steering wheel wanting...