by Glen Pourciau | Apr 20, 2015
I’d crossed my next-door neighbor’s path in the hallway a number of times, but I’d never gotten a syllable out of him and the only look he’d ever given me was to make sure we weren’t about to collide. He’d turn his body sideways and avert his eyes if I passed him...
by Gabe Durham | Apr 8, 2015
(from Bible Adventures by Gabe Durham) When I was seven, my family moved from Springfield, MO, to Annandale, VA, so my mom could go to grad school and my dad could become the new preacher at the unfortunately named Falls Church Church of Christ. Since before I was...
by Kyle Mellen | Mar 31, 2015
On a Monday night early in November Gaddis dumped his motorcycle in the ditch turning onto his road, and Hal drove out to haul the bike up. It was snowing and the roads were unplowed, would not be plowed for days. It was the wet, icy snow. When Hal made the rise...
by Pamela Ballack | Mar 15, 2015
Winner of the 2014 Neil Shepard Prize in Fiction (1989-90) Rose swivels the guest chair with her back to Steven Reiser. Rather than face his desk, she looks out wall-to-wall windows at a slice of Pacific Ocean horizon or glances into the hallway through Steven’s open...
by Blake Kimzey | Mar 10, 2015
Evan Merrill walked to the opening at the far end of the barn loft and told his sister to get ready to take her clothes off. His shirt was damp and he could hear yellow jackets swarming in the corner. Mary stood quietly off to the side, the outline of her training bra...
by Jessie Knoles | Feb 20, 2015
We both had the morning off. We spent it walking down brick roads until we reached the farmer’s market. When we got there, something happened to me that usually only happens at crowded stores—or maybe uncrowded stores—and the local humane society. I went through the...
