She orders a coffee while crossing her legs, glossy red nail-Polish tapping against the stained white of a frilled napkin.

by Dan Kahn

Originally published on May 1, 2013

Arthur watched her silently …

Urges

by Kirby Wright

Originally published on March 1, 2013

It’s been happening daily and I pray he doesn’t do this in front of my girlfriend or parents.

Red Suns In White Skies

by Bay Ewald

Originally published on March 1, 2013

You believe her then, about where the blood came from, much like you believe certain things now, sort of.

Lamb

by Kirby Wright

Originally published on February 1, 2013

I apply mint jelly—that gives the lamb a snap of freshness.

Phytotoxic

by Kyle Hemmings

Originally published on February 1, 2013

A woman dropped in every so often to tell you stories.

Further

by Roger Real Drouin

Originally published on January 1, 2013

He wondered how far the trail went. He was out where he had never been, where the tall marsh grass grew up everywhere and the pines stood behind the marsh on the ridge.

My Russian Roommate

by Rajni Gupta

Originally published on December 1, 2012

When I return to the room, she is in bed. I slip under my ivory quilt and switch off the light. My stomach growls for food. In order to avoid the Russian, I spent the entire evening across the street at a friend’s place.

Any Filling Station

by Kyle Loera

Originally published on December 1, 2012

The guy’s left leg kind of wiggling while he scratched. Didn’t seem like a nervous wiggle or a wiggle because of pain, just a wiggle, just something the guy did.

She Loved Another

by E. Ferris

Originally published on November 1, 2012

She hummed the third movement, walking down the road. Her shoes were a mess, but she was dancing.

The Names of Things

by Michael Peck

Originally published on November 1, 2012

Sitting in the chair of spilling foam and gentle, gentle leather.