By: Reese Scott At fourteen they went behind the barn and got married. She brought one of her dogs and he brought one of his friends. After the wedding they dropped acid, climbed flag poles, put fireworks inside peoples’ homes…
By: Sam Rapth The Coastal Road was dancing according to the music of the soaking sun. At the horizon, it was difficult to differentiate between the sky and the sea. The bluish sea glittered in the morning sun. This Road…
By: Ed Nichols My daddy’s name was Jefferson Henry Wilkes and the last time I saw him was in the insane asylum in Milledgeville, Georgia in 1958. He’d been there for four years when we visited him that last time. My…
By: Alan Swyer “On va te montrer un endroit extraordinaire,” my French girlfriend, Marie-Denise, said on an evening that, after many years, still feels like twenty minutes ago. We were young, carefree as I would ever be, and spending time…
By: Reese Scott At night she would lie in bed and try not to think of eating. It wasn’t that she was hungry at least not for food. She would try her best not to sleep because she was still…
By: Gaither Stewart “In order to understand the world, one must turn away from it on occasion.” (Albert Camus) Via Nazionale. The taxi battles its way up the steep avenue in the precarious right lane reserved for public vehicles. Blinding…
By: JP Miller From the kitchen door of the stone house, one could see as far as the Red Hook ferry dock on St. Thomas. Down below the calm water and just off the beach on Cruz bay was a…
By: Charles X. Madruga The filtered morning light shone quietly bright, and I, coasting my way through an in-between place – being faintly awake and the silence of sleeping in an evanescent dream. Drifting away through my unacquainted state, it was a murmur, it was…
By: Upasana Sharma I’m never quite sure when I fell in love. That summer was a lot of things, but bad it wasn’t; summer of 2011. For the past couple of years, I had known nothing but monotonous weeks that…
By: Deepti Nalavade Mahule “I remember that night so well,” my grandmother began the story, her wrinkled face and milky eyes focused on some point far away in her ancient memories. Her audience sitting cross-legged around her – grandchildren, grandnieces,…