Short Stories


Peregrine, by Robert Kaye

I cut through the park south of the courthouse on the way to an early morning settlement negotiation, past a little pile of black cannonballs memorializing some pointless pioneer battle. Dark shapes occupied the surrounding benches in the predawn half-light. I tried...

Jitters, by Alice Kaltman

I watch my daughter examine herself in the Honeymoon Suite mirror. She looks foolish-not that I would ever let her know-with that fake lilac headband and fluffy veil, her bosom spilling out over the top of her gown like two mounds of vanilla ice cream. Adele’s a big...

Seven Poems

Volume 8: Seven Poems By John Powers A TWO LINE POEM For the Poet Kevin Carollo I said We must learn to live Inside our history. You said History Is a two-line poem. I said History is a bird, It flies from us. You said We must learn to live Inside a bird. I said Then...

A Debate Uncovering a Wilde Area

Volume 7: A Debate Uncovering a Wilde Area By Colin James Desert as far as the eye can see. Dirt paths associative in consequence. We ran as fast as possible through the unforgiving terrain, stopping only to rest and listen for engines. Hard to spot while dogging our...

A Consequence of the Meeting

Volume 6: A Consequence of the Meeting By Matthew Thompson Since he didn't love his wife anymore, it didn't take long to meet someone. That’s what he told his wife: that he’d met someone. She took the news pretty well. She didn’t cry or anything. She called her sister...

The Observer

Volume 5: The Observer By Randal O'Wain My cell phone rings as I hammer your mother’s bone china with a meat tenderizer. The collection she mailed from Dalton two Christmas’ ago. A grid-like pattern forms in the breaks of each blue and white dish. Three weeks since...

Three shorts from The Zoo, a Going.

Volume 4: 3 shorts from The Zoo, a Going By JA Tyler The Octopus >> from The Zoo, a Going (forthcoming from Dzanc Books, fall 2013) Sucking in and out, the eight legs of this octopus go, making the octopus swim. Octopussy my dad says, and then laughs, and my mom...

Shark Eyes

Volume 3: Shark Eyes By Ross Hargreaves She called the day I broke my arm. I’d finished a long shift at CheapFoods, grabbed my phone out of my locker and under missed calls was her name. Shannon. No message. The last time we’d talked was six months ago when I called...

Siblings

Volume 1: Siblings By Dane Bahr See him there. His pale face. His white gown. In that room reserved for the ones acquainted with mindless violence, strange convictions. His face drugged, the face of a father barely alive. This will be the last visage of the day, the...