I Want a Wife – by CONNIE BEDGOOD

I Want A Wife By Connie Bedgood   Men want wives. As I mow my back yard, I, too, would like to have a wife.  Why do I want a wife?  She can help do the yard work.  In fact, while I go to the gym, she can put out the trash a couple of…

A Stranger Come Home – by HIRO TSUKINO

  Stranger Come Home by Hiro Tsukino     The guy with the window seat smiled and shaped his hand into a gun. He put the barrel against his neck and fired smoothly, gesticulating the glory of the blow out the other side onto the woman sleeper between us. He did this in slow motion…

Wild Dreams – by DON TASSONE

Wild Dreams   His alarm went off precisely at six.  So did his coffee maker and TV. CNN was playing on the flatscreen in his kitchen.  He scanned email and FaceBook as he sipped his coffee and chewed on a breakfast bar.  He had two more friend requests overnight.  He accepted them both. He grabbed…

Through the Veil – by THOMAS ELSON

Through the Veil by Thomas Elson         Katherine was born in an isolated section of an isolated state where creeks were called rivers and foothills called mountains, where the letter “r” held its rightful position in the word Washington, and the final syllables of the word Arkansas were pronounced exactly the same as the state…

Greenhouse Effect – by KI-ANA L. TONGE

Greenhouse Effect by Ki-Ana L. Tonge   Have you been watering your poet-tree lately? The shrivel of once crispy leaves And lifeless bending of branches are screaming, “Feed me.: “FEED ME!” For my hydration is lacking Tree trunk is blackening Insides beginning to Rot. Wither.. Wilt… Every time you neglect to pick up a pitcher…

The New Era – by STEPHEN COOPER

The New Era   The people who survived the year 2049-2050, called it “The New Era,” but never, not even in private, did they use the word “heat.” “Heat,” “hot” and all derivatives were the new Holocaust, sacrilegious after 2049; excised from the lexicon, their utterance was a blasphemy; you just didn’t do it. As…

One Floor Up – by DON TASSONE

ONE FLOOR UP by Don Tassone It began in an elevator. It was just after noon on a Wednesday. I was on my way to the cafeteria. It was only three floors up. Normally, I would’ve taken the stairs. But I was in a hurry, just grabbing a sandwich to eat at my desk. The…

Moving on – Kelly Fitzharris, Editor-in-Chief

Sometimes we start out the New Year hungover, covered in glitter, in our own beds (somehow) having fallen asleep in party clothing.   Others, we abstain from that lifestyle altogether and don’t drink; so waking up on January the 1st  is like any other day for us, except for possible unspoken or unaddressed marital discontent….

Let’s Talk about Unhinged… – MARISELA I. MITCHLEY

I suppose that propriety demands certain things be left unsaid, and though it doesn’t come naturally, I try my best to bite my tongue. I’ve had to dislodge my foot from my own mouth more times than I can remember, but I think that as I get older, I am learning how to more deliberately…