Fiction

Emily Greenlund

APRIL 16, 2020 The yellow house has red trim and large windows facing the street. From the view at the end of …

Fiction

Claire Zajdel

Father Dominic hears confessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays between five and five-thirty. At the same time, a rosary devotion lead by a …

Creative Nonfiction

Luisa Kay Reyes

SORORITY GIRL The shrill screams and shrieks of delight permeated the air of the room as we all opened the small envelopes …

Creative Nonfiction

Janis Harper

Knowing Death Dear One,             And what of death, you ask? There is too much of it now, you say. I know …

Creative Nonfiction

John Laue

Starry, Starry Night     If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it really is: infinite.                –William Blake …

Creative Nonfiction

Barbara Alfaro

Afterwards I didn’t want the tube of toothpaste Victor and I shared to end. At the last, he was too weak to …

Fiction

James Hanna

Strutting Hog The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. -Bob Dylan                                                                      You are alive to the moment—nothing more. …

Fiction

David Desjardins

JOHNNY SEVEN The two of them slid downhill through the briars in back of the house. There’d been a drought that summer, …

Fiction

Kathie Giorgio

IF AUDUBON STUDIED FATHERS For almost all of his forty-five years, since he learned to write at age four, Jeff filled notebooks …