by Mitch Tirea Stop what? What are you talking about? You are nothing but a dream, a memory that needs to be repressed, an illusion that breaks my order and a feeling that asks for fulfillment. You are a hope without hope, an expectation without reward, adoration without refinement, a presence without existence and love [...]
Stones
By Tom Leventhal They were small and fragile looking in the palm of my hand. I turned each of them over, examining the delicate markings etched into them in a fine script that I could not read. The man stood next to me, hovering as though he was afraid that I would put them in [...]
Honey, I’m home…
By Zondra Lynn I believe it’s safe to assume that around about now he’s arriving home from work, finding that the kids have been home for about an hour now, alone. I believe he’s looking at the kids and has asked them, rhetorically, “Where’s your mother?” I can hear him calling my name as he [...]
Resistance
By Janesays Come with me. I will take your hand. Let me gaze on your breast until my eyes burn. Bring me one more drink. I once asked myself why I fight for good when I can make so much more money doing the wrong thing. Last year we were in the middle of horrific [...]
Mary’s Secret
By Ashley Murrell Children’s laughter and screams of joy drifted through the air around the playground on a warm spring day. Little hands flew up into the sky, expressing their hopes and dreams of the game that was most important that day. Lilly, the teacher chosen to supervise the kids’ outside time sighed as she [...]
Say Cheese
By Tom Leventhal Morty sat in the window booth closest to the door. The light was better here, he thought, easier to read the fine print of the classifieds. Carefully, he took his fork and poked the egg yolk, letting a little bit drip out. Taking a piece of toast, he sopped it up and [...]
Hamlet’s Girl
By janesays The point of no return was when you were talking about that hip hop mayor from the town you think you are going back to — the town you will have to call and tell to wait a little longer because you have to stay here with me now. You told me to [...]
The Last Birdsong
by Graham Murray Weeks afterwards, she thought about something he had once told her. That his mother was convinced he could charm the birds out of the trees. She realized this was just a silly expression, and yet . . . perhaps his mother had recognized in him something that no one else had. Her [...]
Art
by Diane Boisvert Swirls, lines in all directions ,blurs and smudges. Who judges what is art? Anarchy is what it seems to be! The brightest color wins. The boldest figure dominates. Geometric designs not aligned with anything. All over the place, every space reverberates a mantra. Hazy mazes make us look for some sense. To [...]
Wilson
By Tom Leventhal Wilson sat on the rocks overlooking the water and watched the cat. It was a scrawny thing, skinny, jittery and full of fleas much like him. Wilson shook the last bit of sleep out of his eyes and waited. Sooner or later the lady would arrive. She always did. Wilson inventoried the [...]


