She’d been alone so long that she didn’t know how to bring men in from the periphery. They couldn’t see who she was. They didn’t last.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
SARS-CoV-2, At Folsom Prison, Track 1, “Opening Announcements”
FICTION by John BullionWhen the virus comes out here, it will not introduce itself. It will not breathe its name into a microphone or echo out over the loudspeakers. It will creep in quietly, moving to an unheard rhythm.… more
Didavwiski
FICTION by Ben UmayamHe talked of shamans, but you don’t like that word anymore. You prefer to use the Cherokee name, didavwiski, two souls in one body, male and female, who have immense healing powers that help navigate the ongoing cycle.… more
The Shiner
FICTION by J.B. StoneWhen Kenny arrived home, his left eye was a river that never stopped streaming.… more
The Burbidges in Grand Marais
FICTION by Carolynn MireaultA custom polyvinyl chloride pool inflatable of Jesse McCartney was on its back in a white wicker chaise.… more
No Windows
FICTION by C.A. MurrayA delicacy to celebrate my sobriety is probably what the doctor would prescribe.… more
Three Stories
FICTION by Brett BiebelThe risk. It’s just too much, he says, and this is where I got to draw the line.… more
A Conversation
FICTION by Stanton YeakleyEugene and Carol sat on their sagging porch outside the house they bought when they were young and oblivious to the permanence of this flyover country. Their land was hard, but Carol, at least, remembered when it had been harder.… more
Porkchop
FICTION by Heath DollarEnglish teachers would draw steep mountains on the chalkboard and label them with nonsense such as “Rising Action,” “Climax,” and “Denouement,” a word he found unbearably pretentious. Life was nothing like that. Most people repeated the same tasks over and over day after day. They got up. They went to work. They came home. If a publisher wanted realism, that was as real as it gets. Life was more about cycles than linear, or even alpine, developments. And what was the climax of his average day? Lunch? … more
Switchback
FICTION by Josh FeldmanEven the sky didn’t want to be here. As Brandon and Tyler waited for more daylight to come down, piece by piece, they sat by an equally uninspired fire. The flames crackled in fits, reluctantly, but Tyler needed no assistance in the heat department. He was already fuming.… more
