Jigsaw Puzzle

By Roberta Beary
When someone said, I saw your husband eating out with another woman, he said she’s a colleague and I believed him...

Foreign Countries

By Emily Farranto
When we fell in love, my future husband wrote: Being with you feels like being in a foreign country.

Lullaby for Mariupol

By Stephen Connacher
I remember the chilly winter carnivals at Drama Theater, and the new green and yellow maternity hospital. Neighborhood babushkas gossip among the falling leaves.

Darling at Dinner

By Ellie Prusko
The waiter was staring at Darling, not me. When Darling admitted she wasn't 18, he left her wine glass anyway. He took mine immediately, probably mistaking me for 12.

Photo Story: Dan Needs Sober Friends

By Patrick Grewe
She screams toward him: “There are faces…” points adamantly “…in the lights!”

Your Hair Looks Like Taillights

By Lexi Butler
You talk to your mother in Spanish, your sister in English, and then in numbers to order Chinese take-out. And you love to talk, especially about how you grew up in a one-room walk-up.

Photo Story: Testing Mom’s Claims During Lunch at the Tail End of Our Final Family Vacation

By Abbie Barker
They’re arguing again. Mom says she shouldn’t sit in the sun...

Struck Silent by Whalesong

By James Claffey
The morning of my mother's last day on earth the nurses didn't notice her waif-like frame slip out the door...

Book Review: Snowdog

By Beret Olsen
In Snowdog, Kim Chinquee’s latest collection of flash fiction, the writing is clean and concise, the language unornamented. “[T]he best time to make fake snow is when it’s actually snowing,” she writes in the opening story.

Photo Story: The Gaps Between

By Denise Bayes
They announced on the radio that Freddie was dead. I picked up the phone. “Come over,” he said.

Photo Story: Valentine

By Christy Brothers
Mom packs us into the car. Billy and Jasmine sleep. I sit up front chewing the corners of my nails until they bleed.

Canadensis

By Corinne Silver
They arrived silently, swiftly during the night and stood present by morning. They flocked the fields, parking lots, and manmade suburban ponds. They were big.