he opens the windows, because the brick walls seem to love trapping in [ the heat ] reminiscent of his mother’s arms in youth; [ but the...

She flew to Montreal to end it in person. After all that they had been through with her baby and his wife’s, she knew that it had to...

*This is the winning selection of the Fall 2022 $300 Fall Short Story, Fiction, & Non-Fiction Contest. The first sound was snow falling...

When it comes to e-cigarettes, I've tried them all. My first purchase was a banana ice Puff bar, and I finished it in a few days. It...

I stride to campus with swinging hips, ignore the honks, the heckling. It is summer and I am wearing a sun dress embroidered in green and...

After Helen Frankenthaler a moon is pale red in an areola of mauve light green-body of the sky hung in web of membranes diaphanous...

Throat just tight enough to suffocate the rank, animalistic grief, the grunts and moans vulnerable as orgasm. Thoughts just crowded...

I have a facility correctional: voice sentenced to be passive; imperative I be interrogative?! Were I to be infinitively subjunctive you...

Evelyn Knight stared out the window of the black limo, anxious to get home and see her mother, she picked at her nails in her lap. Evelyn...

It’s like drawing in sand. This is what Rusalka whispers through the crack in the bathroom stall, referring to the men she meets in...

I carry the loss of loved ones, like jewels pressed between my cupped hands I carry the shock of my awakening, like a sheltered pearl...