by Marco Etheridge &&&Booth’s momentary enlightenment cost him three broken ribs and a moon-shaped scar under his eye. Sara was only the catalyst. The scar stayed with him longer than she did. &&&He could still see her in the old squat, rolled up on one elbow, the dirty bedsheet falling to her waist. &&&“Why are … Continue reading A Breach In The Wall
by Rosanne Trost I grew up in an Irish Catholic family. My mother’s maiden name was Murphy. Dad’s mother had the same maiden name. My sister and I used to joke that our parents were cousins. March 17th was always a big day in our home. Dad had one kelly green plaid tie, which he … Continue reading Too Late For Answers
by Amanda Pendley it was poetic justice maybewhen two days earlier, the three of us stoodsquished and stepping on feetin front of the dull dorm bathroom mirrorfor a friend’s photography projectwe were told to act natural as wepretended to examine our skin for blackheadsand check our teeth for spinachand reach behind our ears in search … Continue reading Object Permanence
by Amanda Pendley little kids blush when confronted with crushesthough it may be the purest form of loveany of us will ever haveI’m stumbling upon more and more days latelywhen I wish I could go back to thatwe always teased zach about shannonand you teased me about zach and hissoccer trained legs that punted kickballsstudying … Continue reading Punting Everything We Don’t Have The Guts To Say Into The Sky
by Sage Leona My parents have always fought. Mentally, verbally, physically. All of my memories of my entire first fifteen years of life are entwined with horror stories of their annoyances which turned into disagreements always becoming an argument and usually escalating into a fight.The fights never seemed to end, they lasted fifteen years and … Continue reading My Parents Have Always Fought
by Vera Armstead I’m tired of watching those old movies with teenagers drinking in a cemetery atmidnight before Halloween. It’s not interesting for zombies to pop out of graves orspirits to fill the air, silencing the squeals of the cheerleaders. How am Isupposed to feel empathy for jocks that bully nerds during school then go … Continue reading Don’t Be Scared of Graveyards
by Andy Betz A wooden violin awoke one morning in the woods. He still retained both bow and strings and felt fairly confident his predicament was merely temporary. Not being able to produce music in his current condition, he decided to listen to the music the woods produced. He knew, by the calendar, it was … Continue reading A Violin in the Woods
by Grace Yannotta The dog sits in the corner of the room. She looks like one of those pharaoh dogs, Suze thinks, the lithe golden body, the sharp ears, the keen dark eyes. The ones that line the tombs of the olden kings. The protectors. She knows she’s not supposed to stare, the poor thing … Continue reading Bau
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