by Kara Vernor | Oct 7, 2016
It was 3:20 pm, the time when we pooled in the parking lot, gridlocked and blasting music, looking for our friends. The guest speaker, we called her the Sex Lady, was stashing her bag in the trunk of her hatchback when a bull moose walked out of the forest and...
by T.C. Jones | Sep 26, 2016
Goat was in her trunk, dying but still kicking. Every so often his hooves thumped against the seat backs then for agonizing minutes he’d lay still again. During the silences Anna was sure he had died. Then he’d kick again. Punching the gas, Anna took the final sip...
by Jennifer Savran Kelly | Sep 18, 2016
Hannah arrives home from school to find that Tim has removed the entrances to the house again. In place of the front door, an escalator now descends toward her. In the windows, exhaust fans blow sawdust into the blinding sky. Every way in has been rigged to force...
by Victoria Campbell | Aug 25, 2016
Twenty-seven is too old for my sister to run away from home, but, after seven unreturned phone calls, I started seeing signs in vegetables. In the produce section at Cronig’s, the browning bruises on bananas read clear as any subway map, the tilted stem of an apple...
by Glen Pourciau | Aug 15, 2016
Bolger was not a friend of mine, but we had known each other for over twenty years, starting when he was married to his first wife and I was married to my only wife. I drank with him every couple of months at his café/bar, and it was there that he regularly held...
by Jim Ruland | Aug 5, 2016
I get lucky in Virginia and slip through the open window of a Winnebago waiting at a Hardee’s drive-through. A large male human in his mid-sixties drives through the night listening to conspiracy radio. He keeps the heat on high and the windows down so it’s warm...
