Photo Story: Hydroponic Veggie

By Tamara Stanley
It is mostly summer now. Above me there are skyscrapers, McMansions, slums...

Photo Story: Paper Moon

By Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri
Astride the swing ride, sky opens, vast, deep, lavender. I should be scared, suspended in the air. But I’m not.

Photo Story: The Mueller Report

By Rickie Roberts
He said, she said.
You can’t say that.
He said.
Okay.

Photo Story: We’re Not Speaking

By Francis J. Trautman
When I attempted to sneak back home near dawn, she was there on the porch in her orange wig, red nose, and white pancake makeup. She pointed at an invisible watch on her wrist and then drew the finger across her throat.

Photo Story: Rain City

By Lucie Bernheim
Ben gets up to wash the dishes. I down the glass of wine I was drinking and pour myself another. My arm cast almost knocks the bottle over, but he saves it.

Photo Story: The Riddle of Man’s Desire

By Daniel Moore
Ai the Beautiful was the first woman permitted to join the sangha Buddhist order, and before long half its members abandoned their vows of celibacy driven by lust.

Photo Story: Scrubbing In

By Joe Bernardi
For the first time that night, she paused. The sink flooded her memory.

Photo Story: What Came Before

By Ken Gosse
Before they searched him for ID to notify someone; before police called for a body pickup; before a caller said he looked dead ...

Photo Story: Woman Keeps Dead Husband’s Teeth on the Nightstand

By Sarah Freligh
Friday is Mrs. Judson’s, her marble-topped table that refuses to give up its smudges no matter how hard I polish.

Photo Story: Taillights

By Jimmy Leonard
We’re forty minutes outside of Sacramento when traffic crawls to a stop. Luggage racks, loose clothes, dogs yipping out windows.

Photo Story: Senaida

By Shara Concepción
First came the missionaries, their soft limbs sifting debris; their sloughing faces beading saltwater, full of want for remembrance. Gone, the clamor of rebuilding.

Photo Story: Unscheduled Stop

By Kathryn Kulpa
This was before the buses stopped running. An article had come out saying cinnamon oil killed the virus and now people doused themselves.

Photo Story: The Break

By Cynthia Day
I thought I was the right girl, the one who could scramble up after a fall and carry us both through the rough patch.

Photo Story: The Other Shoe

By Melissa Jacob
My daily constitutional treads a familiar story arc. Swerve raccoon-eyed adults being dragged along by relentless toddlers.

Photo Story: The Doll Inside

By Ryan Dempsey
They’d tried to forget it, tried to leave it in Raleigh, but it made the trip, hiding amongst the other boxes still sealed from the move.

Photo Story: welcome to the states

By Madison Blair
my first lover smelled of indiana; cigarettes, dust, and cheap leather. the one after him, kentucky (bourbon and broken horses), and the last, a hint of florida (citrus, salt, and spring break,) and a dash of texas (barbeque, heat.)

Photo Story: Winter Birds

By Kris Faatz
Every winter, thinner ice on the lake, rotting and fragile. Soon the birds will go farther north, chasing the last crystal cold.

Photo Story: The Cold Bullet

By David Drury
The story goes that when bank robber Wells Duluth was shot dead, the bullet came out the other side encased in ice.

Photo Story: The Liver

By Charlie Stephens
We called that bay “The Liver” then, for its brown thickness, for its shame. We had moved back in like roaches, once the wealthy foreigners abandoned us for someplace cleaner to enjoy themselves.

Photo Story: Night Swimming

By Melinda McCamant
Wet footprints, dancing shadows along the edge of the pool. The turbid water glows like fireflies and in its dark center the moon, almost full, overhead.