by Joseph Rathgeber | Nov 2, 2017
I thought talking politics with the manager at the Salt Cavern would be safe—I mean, salt therapy much? But, turns out, Gary had been held up when he worked as a liquor store cashier and had been backing gun rights legislation by way of NRA donations and bumper...
by Andrew Stancek | Oct 16, 2017
After Airdra divorced me, I gained forty pounds and killed our parakeet. I should have let Airdra take her beloved bird but inflicting pain was my top priority. The parakeet was collateral damage. I did not slice its throat, only watched it die of neglect. His...
by Andrea Eberly | Sep 15, 2017
The end of Frank’s world doesn’t go out with a bang or a whimper, but rather with the siren of the emergency broadcasting system and a smoky, pink smudge on the western horizon. Frank Sommers sets up camp on the southeast edge of a high alpine lake—clear, turquoise,...
by Henry Finch | Aug 21, 2017
One day the rooster said to the little red wagon, “Little red wagon, I’ve sung my song. Won’t you give a me a ride around the farm?” “No,” the little red wagon said. So the rooster went to the raincloud and said, “Raincloud, raincloud, chase the little red...
by Jonathan Phin | Jul 27, 2017
Orn returned from work to an untidy house. Half-eaten bowls of cereal strewn on the counter, newspapers with coffee rings and mashed scrambled eggs melding with wet ink. The sticky floors popped with each step. Her annoyance grew, but who was there to...
by Amy Neswald | Jul 17, 2017
Phoebe swears that the slick roads and misty skies, and the fatness of the roses in our front yard are all signs that point to Bruce. When we hear “Bruce” called out at a restaurant, or see the name in the newspapers, or watch a movie with a character...
