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by Rachel Uon encased in an old popcorn bucket: a notebook filled with the only artistic confessions I did not mold to please the public eye; in them, a naked truth I could not face and hate to uncover now. a clump of moss, protected from natural degradation only by my persistent belief in its […]

by Em Haas I met you—really met you—three years ago. We had been simple acquaintances before, just two passing, pleasant ships, but you took the place beside me once and then you were suddenly close to me always. I remember I thought it wondrous you even remembered my name, even though you had your head

by Gary Beck The minute they walked into the store I knew they were cops, but not locals. Some kind of state boys come up from Cheyenne by the look of them. I started for the bathroom to avoid them, but the meaner looking one, in a blue suit that looked like he found it

by Sarah Das Gupta The ugly red scar stretched from just below his left eye to the corner of his lips. It divided his  face in half. Archie had to admit that it was almost a passport, a symbol of identity. There  were certainly two sides to Archie Edgar Duncan, but you shouldn’t stop there.

by Chris Dungey Zach Pence followed the older boy, Keith, down the hill out of the dead-end cul-de-sac. They turned a corner and marched toward the main street. He could see that there were more cars moving between the two traffic lights. One was a blinking yellow a couple of blocks away, the other a

by Rebecca Klassen   ‘You’re an anomaly,’ the checkout girl said. I thought I’d misheard the words that hadslipped from her coral-buttered lips. Perhaps she’d said, ‘I think you’re into me,’ or‘that’s four pound seventy.’‘Sorry, what?’ I bagged my eggs, wanting her phone number, and she pointedat my firefighter shirt.     ‘An anomaly. Running towards

by T.P. Bird “There is nothing insignificantin the world. It all depends onthe point of view.”—Goethe   A woman is cleaningthe inside of a glass door.At the end of her arm   is a white cloth—moving in circlesagainst the pane.   It‘s as if she is wavingto the world—eitherhello or goodbye.   As to which—is

by James Kangas Rickey’s Blues   Finally, it was laughable–how he left you in the theater like that,like a partnerless glove after he’d sat through fiveminutes of the movie, itching for a brewto suck down, a worked-up claque at his favorite dive.Magnet-eyed as he was, the littlemetal molecules in your body had jerkedyou across the

by Scott C. Holstad They closed the transient5th Avenue Motel and nowwhere will they go?The single mother withher two daughterseating cockroaches fromthe floor, hell, where willthe rats and roaches go?The city thinks it’sa drug infested blight,but Jack Neeley knowsits secret history, likelyonce a grand buildingnear Knoxville’s 4thand Gill district.They came from allover to stay for

by J. J. Steinfeld They connected online a bells-and-whistles dating service billed as ardour everlasting and companionship eternal she the world’s largest supermodel he the world’s smallest bodybuilder photographs exchanged touched up, enhanced even in their superlative incarnations that is, largest and smallest. Of the numerous headshots an expert on faces might say he was