My dad came home from work and sat on the black leather couch in the living room. He always sat in the same spot. He always looked tired. Every night went the same: first work, then couch until the ... [+]
Short Fiction
Heavy dark clouds were accumulating above the city, the precursors of a violent electric storm. Horse-drawn buggies in the streets were seeking shelter. Igor swept dust motes and dried cockroach ... [+]
I've always been curious
about the identities of old statues.
The minds
behind the cool
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Lost in the light
of a laundry
room,
clean
air
invites me
into morning.
I
... [+]
Sometimes, a fishhook
and a bit of flesh
are all you need
to save your baby
and
... [+]
I imagined diving under all that churning water to look for coins from faraway countries. My feet would be glued to the ground carrying the weight of one of those old-timey, metal spaceman-looking ... [+]
Francis Daulerio
Holy is the thing
on its slow dance across the night,
all chalk-faced and beaming,
filling
... [+]
Husnaa Hashim
Noun. Consistency in one's personhood regardless of externalities.
I
I cannot escape the
... [+]
Francis Daulerio
Sure, a few of the vowels are missing,
but I'm no dummy,
though rushing toward the next
... [+]
Catherine Averill
On his way out the door to a meeting with a client, the husband said, "We should have a baby," and the wife, pointing to one of the windows that overlooked the driveway, said, "We already have an ... [+]
Nathan Alling Long
Fred is an arsonist—and, Fred is not an arsonist. Let me explain: Fred has thought of fire, its power and grace, for a long time. Perhaps since he was a child. He often watched fires, mesmerized ... [+]
Jeremy Glazer
It was real cold that night, not just Miami cold, and it was late. I'd had to wait until the girls were asleep to go out into the pre-Christmas lunacy of the mall because my wife and I were keeping ... [+]
"She's a difficult pleasure," I said of my ex-wife. I was standing at the front door of her house, talking to her new partner, Sammy, a woman. My ex-wife, Lily, was not there.
We both took in
... [+]
At The Corner Bar read-in, a man wearing large work boots and with dark hair flopping over his forehead sits on a love seat, reading. A woman wearing a golden sweater hovers over him.
"Excuse me,"
... [+]