Kingdom Come

By D.E. Hardy
Still, I hunger for you: those nights we’d get so high we turned into earthworms, how we would writhe, reverent, our entire bodies capable of taste...

Grace at the Intersection of Cass and Nebraska

By Joanna Theiss
Today, I saw you accepting a dollar bill from a truck window. The shake of your hips as you thanked the driver reminded me of your electric slide at the middle school dance.

Post-It Mortem

By Dave Donovan
Life got too complex for Dan. Job. Wife. Kids. Yard. So he bought a block of Post-It notes and found a calmess in the sticky squares...

Betty’s Begonia

By Sharon Boyle
They buried Betty between bomb raids in a no-fuss, grassy grave. Overnight the sod erupted with vagina-pink begonias.

Marrakesh

By Gay Degani
Rosemary, mint, and donkey dung perfume the hot, dry air. Hawkers croon siren songs as I meander crowded alleys, ignoring patterned baskets...

Southern Discomforts

By Molly Giles
Dean’s wife was in one of her moods, she had a lot of moods, that girl, and she burst into the party baited for bear.

After attending an anti-war protest in Hyde Park

By Sam Payne
A fatality on the line at Acton stops the trains leaving Paddington and we stare at the departure boards, eyes still stinging from the tear gas.

Out of Why

By Bryan Starchman
It was Day 172 of sheltering in place and Karen was going to kill her family.

Arabella

By Katie Burgess
We were neighborhood royalty right up until the cops searched our house. They weren’t even looking for Arabella—they wanted all the car stereos Daddy took.

The week our landlord kicks us out

By Frankie McMillan
No rescue anywhere so we huddle around a fire under the railway bridge. Bennie says he knows where to score free chicken and he scrolls the Poultry Rehoming page.

In Case You Missed It

By Kim Magowan
There was a window when one could grocery shop without a mask. There was a window after my mother stopped chemo when she felt better, gained a few pounds. The color returned to her face.

Foreclosure

By Alice Hatcher
They ordered beef bourguignon and an expensive bottle of cabernet, something extravagant to celebrate the closing.

In Which the Dwarves Enroll in the Comatose Princess Exchange Program

By Katelyn Moorman
Though the girl had died, she didn’t rot, so the dwarves kept watch over her body. First she was in a glass covering out front, but they thought that gaudy...

Other Families’ Photos

By Rich Gravelin
The antique mall reeks of nicotine-stained cotton and cold cream. I hunt vintage cufflinks; he buys other families’ photos. Groups of redheads are his Grail.

Portrait of the Artist Lost in Target

By Ryan Griffith
Where are you Andy Warhol, in all these acres of antiseptics and ointments? Are you hiding under the racks of slacks like a petulant child too cool for his mother?

The Twin

By Sam Baldassari
At the hospital, I’m the bad news. My sister, however, lives. She grows, laughs, and bleeds. Wears clothes and removes them. Scribbles in a journal. Prays.

Spring Again

By Jess D. Taylor
My second March without a backyard, and while yes, I miss things about the last place we rented together (especially the thick grass where the girls ran circles), our first rental is what I keep conjuring.

A Recurring Mistake

By Diane Gottlieb
Is there any other kind? Bless the soul who learns from her first. Not me. I’m a sucker for repetition, even when it hurts.

Calling at: Pharmacy, Florist, and Off-Licence only

By Lucy Goldring
Strange to go against the flow, to squeeze through bodies hell-bent on bagging seats aboard a train going nowhere.

When the Solid Gives Way

By Kathleen Latham
The dog trotted onto the frozen pond to fetch an errant stick. That is how I picture it, at least. The boy trudging along the snow packed shore.