By K. A. Williams The young woman dressed in a tee shirt and blue jeans was talking with an elderly man outside the grocery store as I walked toward it through the parking lot. After the man went inside the…

By Harrison Abbott 24th Nov 2020 I used to think it was the birds that woke me up. But now I’m sure that I wake up for them. I used to hate being so near the window. Now it’s the…

By: Alison Goeller She wasn’t sure why she had deliberately banged her head against the door jamb that night. Or why she had asked his permission beforehand. She guessed it was her way of diffusing the frustration she felt at…

By Kajetan Kwiatkowski Tricia leashed the gentle giant, combed the fur around his collar, and gave him a prolonged, bombastic kiss. She fought the instinct to sling on the delivery vest hanging from her back door, there was always extra…

By: Janet Brown                 I was standing by the entrance to the dining area of St. John’s Mission when an old disheveled guy came waltzing in slowly, with a “far away” look in his eyes, trance-like, smelling like old sweat…

By John Blair She’s gone and it’s all my fault. Loneliness is just a word, but it sure can choke you. A few steps out of the door and my sore eyes are treated to the neighbors’ well tended lawns….

By: Christopher Brooks Tequila I like a glass tequilawhen I sit to writea poemat night. The quiet in my roomis a delight,quitestill. The glass is thinits rim is finethe taste is sharp— piquant. ### Physics I tripped. And suddenly I…

By: Shukburgh Ashby Near-unknown writer, and an undiscovered giant of twentieth century literature A friend told me that Tom Wollaston died last week. He must’ve been in his nineties. I’d like to humbly propose (I haven’t read this theory elsewhere)…

By: Paul Jones The Emancipation of the Mermaid Tattoo The laser took her scale by scaleslowly moving from waist to tail.She had never been meant for him.He had led her out on a limb.He kept her there under his skinan…

By: Caroline Piermattei She heard the chirp, the squeak. Then the black blur scurried past her leg. He climbed the tree then ran, having what looked like fun. Black squirrels, She strained to remember…aggressive,  rabid? As a stand alone event,…