…the melody carried me and my thoughts of Sara to some dim, smoky wood-paneled saloon deep in my spirit…
Closing Remarks by Philip Brock
Category: Essays
The Deep End by Alex Sobel
He could effortlessly glide through the water as if it was moving out of the way for him and not the other way around. I could only slap at the water…
To Settle by Aliza Zelin Neidich
I moved to Los Angeles with one suitcase and three boxes in transit via FedEx from New York City.
Honeymoon by Elane Johnson
The changing moon…lingers over Acapulco Bay… . We take our honeymoon there although my heart isn’t in it, hopelessly lost on the one who got away.
Hubert by Cory Bortnicker
Spring sprung on a Tuesday in New York, and change was in the air. Actually, not change, dog shit.
Island Education by Lindsey Clark
You’re doing it wrong! a brassy voice informs me…I turn from the stove to find an elfin Creole woman with four gold teeth and bright red lipstick watching me…
Another Brick in the Wall by Dina Honour
… that long, rope-like braid would swish back and forth. She was an aging Pocahontas, a tribal medicine woman
Peanut Training by Kirsten Voris
During our weekly Skype session, my therapist, Margaret, suggests I’m an alcoholic. What? I already stopped drinking, can’t remember my last hangover.
Your Dreams Were Your Ticket Out by James Stafford
… as I entered…fourth grade…I was short one father, and my male role models were a dull preacher and a photo of a half-naked hippie nailed to a board.
These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends by Mary Killian
He scooped the animal up by its neck, wrapped it in a dirty tablecloth that he found in somebody’s boat and returned to Queens on the subway.
