By: Michal Reibenbach After I married I went to live with my husband and daughter in an old broken down cottage way out in the country in a small village in Yorkshire. Things in our old cottage were forever falling…

By: Katharine Strange Sometimes I turn over in bed, eyes shut tightly against the morning light, and for a moment think I am still in New Jersey. I can almost smell the cat pee and Hamburger Helper. Then I’ll hear…

By: Darren C. Demaree if/in #88 what if all blinkingis code& there is no dustin our eyeswe’re giventhe answers& every time we cryreality washesaway reality ### if/in #89 every seahas a rimto exceedthe floodsnever takeaway the industriesthey’re supposed toit’s always…

By: K.S.Subramanian Sakundan never harbored many expectations ever since he came to know himself. He even had a philosophical alibi for it. However one tries to know or discover himself he always hasn’t known or unearthed an area of his…

By Milt Montague It was Saturday and Milt was driving up to Lake Peekskill from Manhattan. He had closed their shop on Madison Avenue at 6:00 PM, rushed home for the car, only an eight minute walk, and was now…

By Milt Montague Johnson and Johnson had recently introduced a new line of Band-Aids. They came in several bright colors and were replete with interesting designs and patterns that appealed particularly to young boys and girls of all ages. At…

By: Eve Dobbins Canopy Seeks middle ground Seeks listening to all concerned Draping itself moss-like between the two My-a-canopy Is an anomaly Which shouldn’t fit yet drapes gracefully As it rolls against the grain but it does It is not…

By: S.D. Lavender Jimmy could almost hear his father’s voice saying what he used to say whenever it was time to help out a relative: Other people might like you, but family’s the only ones you can count on. The…

By: Andrew Chinich Shrimp, my Shrimp. How she came to be called Shrimp wasn’t nearly as interesting as the tale I wove of how she came by the name. I would tell all that enquired that she was Jean Shrimpton’s…

By Eric Burbridge A whisper in Lamont Pell’s ear told him to stop at the bar and grill where the Air Force Academy females frequented. The self employed electrician grew bored with playing the field. He wanted a stable intelligent…