I fell in love with an office block in March 1987. It was a slow romance. She didn’t reveal her secrets to me until long after we’d gotten to know each other.… more
Category Archives: FICTION
Ice Cream, You Scream
FICTION by Mikki AronoffMiriam favors retribution. She wipes her hand in slow circles around her stomach. Contemplating revenge makes her feel thin.… more
Opening Upward Like Wings
FICTION by Joel James DavisThree ducks fly over, a lawnmower growls, and Anson Senior has not yet arrived for the exchange. The exchange is what Meredith actually calls it. In front of people, no matter who is listening.… more
Changes
FICTION by Mark Williams“You know, Brother Norm,” Sister Lucy had said. “I don’t see how God could send anyone to hell if He loves us all-lovingly. Which He does. Plus, I read where lots of birds do it, you know, both ways. Woodpeckers. Penguins. Who’s to say what’s normal? Who’s to say you’re not normal, Brother Norm?”… more
Dark Tourism
FICTION by Ron BurchAbraham Lincoln dies five times a day with two shows on Sunday, and it’s starting to give me a headache.… more
Decision Tree
FICTION by Reema Rao-PatelI think about dying a lot these days. But mostly that my crush Sheila might catch me dying. I once heard her tell another teacher that the sensitive boys are her favorite, though I don’t think that means sick boys.… more
Flash Fiction
FICTION by Austin Michael NelsonHe had always felt that Red was someone you summed up over dark liquor and quickly forgot.… more
Boca de Iguanas
FICTION by Israel A. BonillaAs the vivid tones of ocean and sand gave way to a more downcast layer, the heat began to fade. Far-off, bronze spots clustered toward every conceivable entrance, carrying fluorescent lines.… more
Wildcard Shorts
FICTION by Z.H. GillI suspect I won’t show my girlfriend this story or essay or whatever it is. I know this is wrong, but the “process” is what’s keeping me alive, I think. … more
Fat Camp Syllabus
FICTION by Matthew DexterI fractured my penis driving the Zamboni. Before that, my mother disowned me. Before that, I sat shaving my legs like floating dreams above the blue line where hockey players shouted prayers to toothless gods. Before that, my father broke my nose with his figure skate.… more
