Wild Honey

by Michael Tyler

Originally published on May 1, 2013

Sam and I search streets of abandoned homes and lawns waist-high. The odd local leans against a wall, an elderly couple inch along a side-walk.

Blacklights

by Leland Cheuk

Originally published on May 1, 2013

Her back was turned to him. She was washing the cutting board in the sink. The way her elbows churned, Grace looked like she could have been strangling someone.

No Pancakes

by Elizabeth Blandon

Originally published on May 1, 2013

The daughter shook her head. “Pancakes fill you momentarily, but lack any real sustenance.”

In the Night

by Paul Negri

Originally published on May 1, 2013

Just as he put his hand on the old copper drain pipe, the phone rang.

Great Soprano Arias

by John Mandelberg

Originally published on April 1, 2013

He was, he bragged, from solid campesino stock, from the cornfields of Jalisco (or Oaxaca or wherever the hell he said), yet didn’t he have these psychological contradictions worthy of a Dostoevskian Russian or a tormented Spanish royal from Verdi’s Don Carlo?

The Alaskan

by Joseph Love

Originally published on April 1, 2013

Pat twists his mouth all over while backing up the truck. The beep-beep echoes through the neighborhood. The cab rumbles and shudders. I hadn’t noticed how big the bucket truck was. It’s larger than our house.

Plaything

by Tim Fredrick

Originally published on April 1, 2013

Usually I was forgotten and unseen under a piece of furniture or knocked down the stairs. This time, I was forgotten and seen, but I didn’t focus on this. How could I when I had done the impossible?

How to Build a Potato Launcher

by Carey Dunne

Originally published on April 1, 2013

Joey and Apache don’t know this, but they’re standing in a spot in the desert where once every three hundred and fifty years, a solar eclipse sends all the scorpions in the desert from their holes. Dark, for scorpions, is like morning light.

A Moment of Relief

by Tammy Lynne Stoner

Originally published on March 1, 2013

The two chubby white birds flapped up then rested back down again, a little closer to us.

Wallflower

by Stuart Mark

Originally published on February 1, 2013

A movie is a good place for a first date as long as both parties respect the boundaries marked by the cup holders. I’ve been wrapped in arms, had my knees squeezed, my neck massaged, my thigh stroked, even my hair playfully tugged and once a finger seductively pushed – accidentally, I’m pretty sure – up my nose.