Words leak out of my ears at night. In the morning I shake out the pillowcase …
The Nest by Curtis Smith
The girl sat by her bedroom window. Morning light sifted through the sycamore. The goldfinch hopped along a limb and chattered its nervous song. The …
Like Water by Jen Knox
There is no hand outstretched, no reassuring words when I fall. My body becomes liquid, like Bruce Lee said, only it’s not quite water. I …
What I Want Instead by Zinta Aistars
Why would they be surprised that I fell in love with a chain saw? Instead of dolls when I was little, instead of pink and …
Love by Murray Dunlap
Ben and Heather, they sure have moved around. But always, always do they reconnect. Heather and Ben. Ben and Heather. The real story, the one …
Long Division by Bonnie ZoBell
We could see Mr. Messick’s elephantitis though he wore a suit and tie every day to the sixth grade. Before lunch, wincing, he’d place the …
Ab initio by Janet Dale
Surrounded by darkness, the girl with hopeful eyes pressed ahead toward wavy lines shimmering in the narrow distance. Whirling and dancing, the lights reminded her …