by Thea Atkinson
She's homeless. Probably crazy. She presses further into the only available seat four rows behind the driver; the other occupant presses closer to the window, stares out as if it was actually open and wafting clean air in.
by Ewing Campbell
He tried to figure out why they were putting him through this routine. Why else, if not to embarrass? He'd just have to show them that he could walk a line with the best.
by Karen Ackland
A palm tree is a good listener.
by Christine Boyka Kluge
It is not passion that tugs so fiercely on Rapunzel's upper lip, but another form of desire. As the prince approaches, Rapunzel steps back into the shadows.
by Bill Cutrer
Through the pine groves, past the mown corn, down to the river bank the children gathered every day after school, with sticks hoping to see the dog. The river bed was nearly dry in deep autumn, with the leaves almost fallen from the sparse trees …
by Lauri Maerov
The bathroom door closes slowlyâ€“the triangle of harsh light thins to gray as my lover shuts himself in. Only seconds before, Ralph whispered in my ear as I lay beside my son on the hotel bed watching a rerun of Miami Vice. I felt the …
by Eugenie Hero
I walk down the street – my eyes feel swollen, my lips are raw. I’m accosted by secretaries on their way to lunch, delivery men unloading boxes, babies in strollers pushed by nannies. Each person I pass stares though me. They see the strappy black …
by Matt Briggs
Listen to some short shorts from Matt Brigg's new collection.
by Leonore Wilson
I’m on the lawn at the Veterans Home. Families wait, anticipating the routine in heaven — a wad of sparks, red-blue-white-yellow-blue-white-red, bop-bop-bop, and the shirr-rr of whistles. One little green beret, dead drunk, asks for part of my blanket. How can I refuse him as …
by Ann de Forest
It was a time when vegetation grew at an astounding rate. We trudged home through waist-high weeds, blinded by dandelion fuzz. Ivy slithered up the walls as we watched. Leaves slipped under screens and pressed against the glass like human hands. We slept. We woke …