By: Emily Strauss Black tire marks on the pavement— high school toughs with their cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon challenged each other to drag races in their Chevy hot-rods, peeling out, tires screeching down the cold empty streets late at night…

By: Chaitali Gawade I mould myself to the needs of the moment as the warmth spreads through me, shaping myself against the contours I am poured in. I melt. The thread immersed in me is rough so I soften it. A…

By: Alex Bernstein     I’m on his shoulders. We’re at the beach. Playing in sawdust. Smiling in the ambiance of sweet nectarine sounds. Lapping on orange jungle gyms, in Batesville offices, and on spinning chairs. Sidelines at little league…

By:  Diane L. Merkel   Just above a Geico bill and below a Chase credit card statement rested a white envelope. It was addressed to Leo in handwriting that was not unfamiliar to him; handwriting which debuted on the back cover…