Welcome – by DON TASSONE

Welcome     The snow whipped at his eyes, nearly blinding him.  Frostbitten and exhausted, he could go no farther.   He’d been walking for two days.  That’s when the blizzard hit and he got separated and lost.   Now, in the distance, he saw a light.  Summoning all his remaining strength, he headed toward…

Mrs. Underwood – by DANIEL C. ROCHE

  MRS. UNDERWOOD By Daniel C. Roche       Mrs. Underwood lifts a cup of coffee toward her lips.  Black.  No cream or sugar allowed.  A woman of her advanced age can no longer afford such luxuries.  Doctors’ orders.  Her frail hands tremble as she blows the steam away from her perspiring lips.  She…

PLEASE STAND CLEAR – by Brianna Fenty

PLEASE STAND CLEAR     I have mastered the art of being alone without succumbing to loneliness. Anyone on the outside looking in through the tinted train windows might think such a statement a blatant manifestation of a woman deep in denial, drowning beneath roaring waves of solitude. But that simply is not the case….

Sand – by STEVE CARR

SAND by Steve Carr   A storm is coming. Like a gray veil being lowered in front of the horizon, the dark clouds and falling rain have spread across the ocean and are moving toward shore. Flashes of lightning intermittently make the sky above the storm glow a brilliant white. The water has turned from…

Love’s Wrong Turn / Winter Made the Trees Suffer – by PEGGY TURNBULL

Love’s Wrong Turn   She seeks portals places prone to wormholes where time travelers shift between planes. She seeks answers in objects touched by geniuses. She trudges across airports to end up gazing at Hemingway’s  desk. or at an animal skull on O’Keeffe’s hearth. She longs for a molecule from the other worlds that great…

Kaleidoscope – by PHILLIP WENTURINE

Kaleidoscope By: Phillip Wenturine “We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”  – Abraham Lincoln   Envision blackness. Stagnant, trapped, immobile. Imagine clawing your way out of your body. A spirit cemented inside a physical habitat—helpless to the mercy of bodily transportation. Escape yourself. Channel your natural energies….

The Basket – by SOPHIE VAN LLEWYN

The Basket A loose straw pinches the tender flesh between my nail and the tip of my middle finger. I hesitate, unsure if I should withdraw my hand or if I should let the pain linger for a bit longer. I am unloading the basket my husband had received from the bone marrow society as…

Muesli – by KATE JONES

Muesli After you leave, I sit and stare out of my rain-dotted window, that used to be our window.  I stare out at the red-brick buildings.  I watch the raindrops drip from the telephone wires like the tears of jilted lovers. I stare into the windows of the apartments opposite, at the contemporary kitchenware and…

Double Trouble – by VOIMA OY

Double Trouble Doubles were supposed to make things easier, weren’t they? The truth is complicated. Jack and Jeri were the perfect couple, but that’s not so surprising. They were compatible even on a molecular level. What is surprising is that they were not happy. They wanted more time together. Jack’s job as a data miner…

The Wish – by JAE MAZER

The Wish                 Warmth. Wet and gritty, pooled beneath my fluttering eyelids. I opened my eyes and the heat flowed out, trickling down my cheeks and soaking my shirt. I grazed the dampness with my fingertips, then held my hand in front of my face. Shimmering crimson stained the tips of my pallid fingers,…

What If You Need A Pen? – by C R SMITH

What If You Need A Pen? It will be different this year. The words scream out from the very first page of my journal — my hopes for the future writ large. But who was I kidding, this is the last day of the year and it has turned out to be like every other….

Me and Karen – by BENJAMIN FINATERI

Me and Karen I have intrusive thoughts of jumping in front of a train. I take a step back. Take two. I listen to the Carpenters. Karen, my Beloved. Her voice soothes me, more than sex, drugs, or any friend can.   At the supermarket, I like putting my hand in the coffee grinder as…