I traveled with my grandmother’s journal as my guide. She drove your roads in 1946 when she and three friends set out after the war.
Forgive Me South Dakota by Vivé Griffith
Category: Flash
Feed by Ksenia Panova
I licked buttercream frosting off my fingers and didn’t have a panic attack.
Ride by Dan Rousseau
I sit on a dark stage at the Elmhurst College Jazz Festival. A motionless ride cymbal obstructs my view of the audience.
On Potatoes by Karen Babine
When you spend enough time with a potato, you learn the differences between waxy and starchy by feel and instinct, not trivia.
How to Wrestle Loneliness (and Win) by Gaetan Sgro
The first thing is, it takes toughness. A certain edge. And you wouldn’t necessarily think edge if you’d seen my Grama Alice towards the end of her life.
My Mother at Georg Jensen by John A. McDermott
The girl steps quickly down the store’s back stairwell, her vision blurry with tears, her skin flushed with shame.
A Paean to Change by Ed Nugent
I live in a dynamic topography. To my east, the cerulean waters of the Gulf of California fill the rent in the Earth’s crust…
God Don’t Like Ugly by Brian Broome
Queeta’s butt from behind was a threatening avalanche. It rumbled and shook and gave the impression that, at any moment, it could break…
Trespassing in Rural Iowa by Shane Griffin
I’m not sure why I stopped today. Maybe I’m searching for something from my past, some recognizable relic left over from the demolition.
Things Moms Say by Mary Roberson Wiygul
Today I found out my mother is not my real mom. Without any kind of introduction or apology, she just blurted it out.
