Jordan Hartt

El arroyo he lies in piñon shade with a plastic jug of gasoline-colored gin           both he and the piñon gripping the sandstone dirt to keep from falling into the arroyo          y debajo de él, en el arroyo, un jóven de dieciséis años sentado en sombra salpicada por las ramas secas de una acacia solitaria                  tenía el…

Brian Baumgart

Artifact I.She closes the book. Her fingers break open on the edge of the pages, small slits like half-asleep eyes. Crying. She stains the paper red, but only on the outside. If you open the book and read, you’d never know she bled, or how, when she looked inside, the coiled letters called her snake,…

J Dan Francis

Charlie Dixon’s Last Ride It was the long, distant whistle announcing the Adirondack Flier as it approached High Rock Crossing that startled Charlie Dixon like he had woken from a bad dream. He was shaking and sweating, but strangely, as the train drew closer, he smiled and settled back. Nick Rodgers reached over with a…

Abigail Thomas

Experiment (COVID Dream) There was a new process by which something could be created from a man and a woman which might turn into a baby.  It looked like a bit of fluff no bigger than a fingernail, and you had to find its mouth and feed it. The process was very expensive, a hundred thousand…

L. L. Babb

Living a Little Julia had just been laid off by her tax preparation firm. Sugar—Julia’s mother preferred to be called Sugar by everyone, including Julia—was between husbands. “What better time,” Sugar cooed into the telephone, “for some mother-daughter bonding?” “How?” Julia said. Cautiously. Spending time with Sugar usually ended up making Julia feel less like…

Tim Jones-Yelvington

Divine Decree Because he is the fairest, wisest child in his fifth-grade class, Maxwell knows the seashell was destined for his fist. From along the shore, it beckoned, iridescent and ridged. Now, it pulses in his palm, which rests on the wide arm of the Adirondack chair where he lounges, watching his classmates play. Behind…

Kevin A. Risner

Chalcedon A sign in a squareTo inform passersby or those in lineFor the newest latte offering.Something had been here, a structureDuring the time of Chalcedon. Schisms and diocesesNotwithstanding. That building is notStanding any longer. Only remains remain.But not even that. I see nothing. I wonderWhat it was that was there.All around the entire district.I, too,…

Judy Bolton-Fasman

Blessings I was recently driving home from the dry cleaners when I saw my first boyfriend’s number light up on my dashboard. It was the middle of the day. In the semi-annual calls he’s placed to me over the years, my ex hardly calls during daylight hours. I knew something was very wrong. We have…

Thomas Trest

Flying and Falling My father first introduced me to flying through Super Mario when I was around five or six. I sent the pixelated plumber running from the left side of the screen as though it were a bad memory, and marveled as he soared through the air with his yellow cape. My father eventually…