Jonah arrived sweaty and breathless, holding a bike. Only the daring biked in Los Angeles.
Category: May 2015
Hands on My Belly by Sarah Baughman
I wake to a bloom the color of a wet rose on the sheet. I thought I’d dreamt it but, no, there I am, running to the bathroom…
Heart Failure by Rocky Lewis
When the phone rings and I see Nora’s picture, I take deep breath and let go of my day’s plans.
Mapping the Body by Jeanne Lyet Gassman
Begin at the scalp near the part on the left side where all truths reside, where the gray is camouflaged by the careful application of chemicals.
Bite by Aimee Liu
My brother is fed up. Our ninety-five-year-old father refuses to open his eyes, so instead of confronting him directly, Marc leads me outside.
A Study of Hands by Jennifer Dane Clements
Stare at them long enough and they don’t belong to you anymore. Wings of naked flesh.
The Claw by Spencer Fleury
I’d been warned about the smell—some of the old-timers called them “stinkies,” which, even at the time, I thought was unfair…
Wick of a Prayer by Brantlee Reid
I have a boyfriend now, Cory Christopherson; he claims to be a serial killer.
A Friend Home From War by Adam Gianforcaro
He was three minutes late for the interview we scheduled. His military-wired clocks had been blinking twelve hundred hours for nearly two years by then.
Canterbury Cathedral by Alex Grasseschi
Her eyes flicker open in the quiet. She tries to count the chimes, and an irrational panic surges for a moment as they clang far past nine…