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    French Wooden Clogs
    Jerome Berglund
    • Apr 18, 2021

    French Wooden Clogs

    “I can't stand it; I know you planned it.” - Beastie Boys The old crone was lying prostrate on the cement sidewalk in the backyard when...
    TREE LULLABY
    M. Zaman
    • Apr 18, 2021

    TREE LULLABY

    Once I climbed a towering cotton silk tree. It was spring and the tree was ablaze with uncountable dark red flowers as if ichor flowing...
    Cherub’s Fallowed Morning
    M. Zaman
    • Feb 1, 2021

    Cherub’s Fallowed Morning

    (Southern Celestial Hemisphere) His face aching, emotionless and unflinching, he declared, 'my parents are getting a divorce'. Mother...
    Fischzauber
    Jared Green
    • Jan 1, 2021

    Fischzauber

    by Jared Green William Cheselden's Osteographia (1733) [An Anxiety Attack] I can feel them looking. See them see me. When I close my...
    The Professor
    Ulrikka Haveron
    • Sep 30, 2020

    The Professor

    It was an honor to be chosen.
    Spacefarer
    Ryan Rahman
    • Sep 30, 2020

    Spacefarer

    Ryan Rahman On this interstellar journey Through the infinite cosmos Regret comes speeding past. Out here in the vast emptiness,...
    Mayflies and Memories
    Jack Iosue
    • Sep 28, 2020

    Mayflies and Memories

    Bar-goers called him “The Amish Guy.” He wasn’t but smiled while he shook their drinks and wore the title patrons gave him. I sold cigars...
    My Way
    Kate MacDonald
    • Sep 27, 2020

    My Way

    ULTIMATUM When I said I don't want to be alone That it's not enough just speaking on the phone Somehow I felt your face in my hands, I...
    Stromboli not a Cannoli
    Andrew Brilliant
    • Sep 27, 2020

    Stromboli not a Cannoli

    Stromboli Not A Cannoli. A story “Have you ever seen that movie Stromboli?” “Can’t say that I have,” Molly says. Frank tries not to look...
    THE TROPHY WIFE
    Russell Guenther
    • Sep 27, 2020

    THE TROPHY WIFE

    by Russell Guenther Thomas Billingsley was never much of a ladies man. Most people in his department at the plastic manufacturing plant...
    EREV VALENTINE’S DAY
    Stuart Terman
    • Sep 27, 2020

    EREV VALENTINE’S DAY

    It’s the evening before Valentine’s Day I’m sitting here at home. Tonight I’m going to see you, momentarily I’m alone. Talented? Good...
    Love and Theft
    Donovan Bridgeman
    • Sep 27, 2020

    Love and Theft

    By Donovan Bridgeman Just outside the university building was a large shed with a bar and pool table. You could get a cheap meal and an...
    The Planets We Inhabit
    Paul Smit
    • Sep 27, 2020

    The Planets We Inhabit

    By Paul Smit I get to tell my story. The sad part is that it’s not the story I wanted to tell. Those who know me might not think it’s...
    REBELLION
    Harvey Burgess
    • Sep 27, 2020

    REBELLION

    By Harvey Burgess I watch my best friend, Annie, as she stands naked at the window. Her tousled, mouse-colored hair is gathered over her...
    Beacon
    Jo Clark
    • Sep 27, 2020

    Beacon

    By Jo Clark
    Seppuku
    Cooper Hufman
    • Sep 27, 2020

    Seppuku

    By: Cooper Hufman
    Issue.4: Going with the Flow
    Kenny Meyer
    • Sep 27, 2020

    Issue.4: Going with the Flow

    By Kenny Meyer Eugene Pierce concluded his presentation and folded his hands in a gesture of patient composure. He leaned forward in his...
    Rubbish on the Sidewalk
    Sarah Losner
    • Sep 26, 2020

    Rubbish on the Sidewalk

    Marvin was jolted from his sleep after hearing unpleasant noises coming from outside, beyond the quiet confines of his snug bedroom. Any...
    Alta
    Michelle Martinez
    • Sep 26, 2020

    Alta

    Haifa, 1948 They came flooding in. Over 70,000 Jews on more than 100 ships from the ashes of what Europe left behind. Packed together...
    A Memory of Sea
    Dian Hathaway
    • Feb 11, 2020

    A Memory of Sea

    Dian Hathaway I arrive at the beach just as the sun is beginning to set. The powerful, titian red, relentless sun. The sun which I had...
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