By: Anjali Paruvu  I cracked my knuckles out of boredom, even though I didn’t really know how you get the “crack” sound. I looked at Prerna on my left, who was either […]

By K. A. Williams Her husband never cried. Not when his dog died. Not even when his grandmother died. Not ever. Paul was reading the newspaper and eating breakfast when the mailman […]

By Eric Burbridge             Harris kicked up mosquitoes and rabbits scattered on his way through the high weeds on the side of the shed. He should be ashamed for such neglect. Marilyn […]

By: Bruce Levine I accept who I am – I’m an empty bottle. Is that a metaphor for my life? I ask myself.             I’d just poured two glasses of wine for […]

By: Henry Felerski Years ago, at this time of day he would have been found carousing, chasing women, or loudly playing music for all to hear. But now, the bard’s dark hair […]

By: Ruth Deming After my final sip of awful generic coffee, I donned my cowboy hat with latch at bottom so it wouldn’t topple off, and set out to walk the hilly […]

By: Raymond Greiner Myrna Davis was born in 1950 into a middle class family and raised in a mid-sized, mid-western town.  Myrna was an exceptionally beautiful child a direct genetic influence of […]

By: Mary Grimm I was someone else, a younger woman who was polite and shy. I was on a family vacation except it was not my family I was looking for a […]

By: David R. Topper I’ve known her for over a year. A whole year. But I never thought about her that way. Well, really, I hardly ever thought about her at all. […]

By: Josephine Rudolf She was perfect, no she wasn’t. She was so far beyond that. She was the warm blanket on a rainy day, yet at the same time, if you were […]