By: Paul Beckman I almost passed my father on the subway (#6) this afternoon. I was moving—making room for the influx when the line stopped with me looking down at him. He was wearing a Yankees hat, a parka and…
By Art Gatti Shortly after arriving on Bank Street in Manhattan’s all-but-deserted West Village, I took on the family of a hippie earth mother from Princeton and we squoze into my tiny apartment and tried not to step on each…
By: Paul Beckman Sarah safety-pinned on her dress a piece of cloth from her mother’s apron, a corner off her father’s tallit, and a piece from her brother’s baseball uniform. Then, leaving the hotel, she took a cab to the synagogue….
By: Milton P. Ehrlich Ever since we parted, my throat is parched for your chocolate-covered cherry eyes that see what no one else can see—your mouth, the taste of a sea of mahogany mousse, and your belly button a bright red…
By: Austin J. Dalton This won’t be the last time. As is probably common, their romance begins as a friendship. The relationship is born in November and it will die in the coming September. Heretofore, J is acquainted with K –…
By: Brooksie C. Fontaine I woke up to find a bear in my bedroom. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at. The thing was an undulating mountain of coffee-colored fur, producing loud, eerily human snuffling…
By: Ellie Kelazil Betrayal I don’t remember who I am when my closest friends tell me they would leave me (because blood is thicker than water) and I find all my accusing fingers falling short of their target and pointed…
By: RC deWinter third law in our brash independence we walk through the world draped in the cloak of free will believing in our ability to order our lives if only we make the right choices do the right things…
By: William B. Turner “Junior!” he bellowed. “Where did that boy get to now?” Willard wondered to himself. He was an irascible, but not unusually cruel for the times, man who was proud of what he had achieved, growing the…
By: Stephanie V Sears Vashlovani Of all places I am here at my place at the heart of every possibility. Space glides under the clear skin of sky, invincible transparency to well above the mesosphere, vertigo of simplicity. One glance…