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…

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…

Jennifer Niesslein

HOW TO BUY A CAR My dad didn’t set out to be in the car-selling business, but when the steel industry in western Pennsylvania died, that’s where he found himself at thirty-four years old. He’d been working as a machinist, a job that supported the steel industry, which in turn supported the car manufacturing industry….

Suzanne Paola Antonetta

The Small Psychoses: Erasure My mother, as her dementia grew, never forgot me, but she did erase me. She recognized my physical presence until the end. She erased me from her memories, with a conviction that was far-reaching and unshakeable, though her long-ago was otherwise intact. I disappeared from trips, from events, from holidays. She…

Melissa Ballard

Still, Life I cradle a container of urine between my thighs. I am twenty-four, a senior in college, and I have been accepted to graduate school with a generous financial aid package. I am on the pill, but my period is late; it is 1977, and home pregnancy tests are not yet readily available. My…

Sonya Huber

I Am Showing Up for the Apocalypse I am poisoned with caffeine, I am poisoned with caffeine. I lost two earrings and a hat, I got several projects part-way done and nothing really completed, or if it is completed I am not satisfied and my coat doesn’t fit me and I also lost my winter…

Colin Rafferty

Pardon (#39)   A country built on stolen land and by stolen labor, through revolution and annexation, the hoodwinking of governments and the overthrowing of sovereign monarchies, and still we have the gall to say that our president may forgive the transgressions of citizens. These presidents, fallible men, flawed men, men who cut backroom deals,…

Ryder S. Ziebarth

Letters from my Father   July 5th, 2016 Dear Gilly, Your mother and I are very proud of you on this day, as well as unduly impressed with your tenacity and courage in pursuing your dreams of becoming a more fully realized writer at age sixty-one. You are and always have been a dogged and…