By: Peter Wakefield Kitcher 22 November 2003 Sir, As my wife and I had been assigned as “Spectators” to the last National Ceremony, I have been asked to give an account of the proceedings. I have interviewed many of those…
By: Todd Mercer It’s infuriating and impossible to understand: my person refused to name me. Who does that? Every other horse in this stable? Normal names. At first I thought it was an oversight, but then it struck me how…
By: Clive Aaron Gill When I interviewed for a server job two years ago, the restaurant owner, Mr. Emiril Fieri, said, “Dean, Casa Tua has the ambiance of a classy private club on the Italian Riviera. My patrons expect excellent…
By: Amrita Valan Christmas came. But wearing a mask this year. The mask came on too late for Patrick Lee. He succumbed at fall, on All Hallows Eve actually. Pigheadedly insisting masks don’t stop the virus till the virus stopped…
By: Edith Gallagher Boyd Ricky marked his calendar when the visits drew near. Sometimes Momma stayed for cousins’ week, and sometimes she left us in Nana’s care. We brought our sleeping bags as we never knew how many young people…
By: John F Zurn Long before Uriel Fox had traveled the world searching for some purpose for his life, he lived in a number of boarding houses. He resided in these residences because they usually proved to be inexpensive,…
By: Aanika Gajendragad “Nisha, come down for dinner!” “You ask me to clean and then call me to eat when I’m cleaning…” I mumbled to myself. “Nisha!” “Coming, mother. I’ll be there in 15.” Mom kept asking me to clean…
By: Pawel Markiewicz Bijou among pearlets of an epistolary art Exchange of letters between the pundit and the painter The epistle No. 1 as long SMS dispatched The 5th May 2022. At the most picturesque dawn Dear painter! I woke…
By James W. White Inez is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,…
By: Callie Walker The visiting poet, Nikky Finney, told our class that we must sit in the saddle, keep hold of the reins, and finish the race. We’d heard the advice to “just keep writing” from professors, peers, and other…