By: Sally Smithson They never liked Brad. When they moved in, and they were lugging the cardboard boxes up the driveway, there he stood across the street. His arms were crossed, and he was scowling. They could see a toothpick…
By: Beatriz Moisset In Argentina there is a type of pasta that we call ammunition pasta. It is used mostly to make soups. The name describes the shape perfectly. In Italian, it is called pastina, but this name also applies…
Gary Glauber’s new poetry collection, Rocky Landscape with Vagrants, is just out and available on Amazon. One of the poems in the collection ‘Making Memories’ was first published in Literary Yard. Published by Cyberwit, the collection runs into 109 pages…
By: Alan Swyer “What?” Eddie Faber asked, answering his cell after seeing his ex-wife’s name on caller ID. “I need you back in LA,” Carolyn announced. “I’m covering the Dodgers in Spring Training. I can’t just leave.” “Nicky’s in the…
By: James Bates Maggie and I were relaxing watching television. Finally, I couldn’t contain myself any longer and made a big point of clearing my throat as a prelude to what I felt I had to say. In response, she…
By Eric Burbridge Lucas Byrd’s love of the Independent Party was short lived when they passed Medicare reform. The budget demanded cuts, those cuts required seniors his age who passed certain criteria to work fifteen hours weekly, in whatever…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Our Innocent Sin Danube’s green-leafed lilies,Weser’s sapphire, silky skin,Elbe’s pure auburn sunlight, our innocent sin. Hochblassen’s famous song birds,Zugspitze’s awfully daunting din,Wetterwandeck’s strident silence, our innocent sin. Hamburg’s sundry fishing wharfs,Cologne’s caravans, its olden inns,Stuttgart’s fully fanciful fountains, our…
By: Christine Baek John Steinbeck opens with a painstaking depiction of the Salinas Valley, his childhood home, and allows both his adoration and familiarity with the landscape to bleed into his descriptions: “The Salinas Valley is a long narrow swale…
By: Ian C Smith At fourteen, wearing my work overalls, so looking older, I breast the bar’s murmuring buzz after pushing through the sesame door. Payday, air blue with cigarette smoke, a swearing stew. Women, not allowed in this jingoistic…
By: Emma Bennison The ship’s horn blasted long and loud as the majestic Pacific Jewel picked up speed. The sun glinted brilliantly off the clear waters of Sydney Harbour. Jason heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, his holiday could begin….