The View by Kay Rae Chomic Streetlight Voices: Short Fiction & Memoir · The View by Kay Rae   Podcast: “The View” is a short fiction about self sabotage. A fictional s […]

The Goodness of Contests by Fred Wilbur Life should not be a contest, but it is. This statement seems terribly bleak, “survival of the fittest,” dystopian, shoot-‘em-up violent and down- […]

Angels by Margarita Meyendorf We were a half-hour drive from our destination and already thinking of the cool lake we were going to jump into and the scrumptious lunch we had […]

Samadhi and The Genesee River, 2 poems by Victoria Korth Samadhi By day it hides in the bones, disguising its rich scent with worry and talk. At night it falls lightly, dips fingers in water, crosses […]

The Photographs of Christopher Woods                         I have always been interested in visual art. In fact, years ago my wife, Linda, and I owned a small art gallery. Bu […]

MAISON MAGIQUE by Deborah M. Prum   I have a five-year-old grandchild who lives in Paris. Recently, she informed me that when she plays tag at her schoolyard, to avoid becoming […]

You Must Pay The Rent by Marijean Oldham The kitchen is new to her, its wide granite island, so big you could autopsy a moose on it. More cabinet space than she’d had in all her p […]

Lent by Sharon Ackerman The word Lent derives from an Old English word meaning ‘lengthen.’ Or more precisely, it comes from the Middle English word lente which means spr […]

We Were Bag People and Lament for my Late Cousin While Feeding the Dog, 2 poems by Marianne Worthington We Were Bag People Life is no knock-off handbag, no purse ordinary as any K-Mart pocketbook. No. Worse. Life is a brown paper bag, plainest […]

A Change of Scenery by Emily Littlewood I’ve been having trouble reading lately. Actually, for the last few years. I can’t seem to sit down with a book and focus on it long enough to get thr […]

say goodbye, without disappearing by B. Luke Wilson your namealways tasteslike a palindrome across my tongue minnowingpond wide words      stained red as pomegranate arilsthe sun dies between us […]

Our Fathers by Fred Wilbur My father died twenty-five years ago when I was fifty; a third of my life ago. He was by most measures a good man, and I grieved as a good son […]

Horses by Joseph Mills I know people who know horses They ride them and own them and talk about their different points. They look at a horse in a field or […]

Cinzano by Michael Paul Hogan   The silence had lengthened to the point where it was awkward. The young man said, “Have you noticed? Ours is a Cinzano umbrella, but al […]

Weeds Don’t Weep but Gardeners Do. by Nancy Halgren Diligent was the only word that could be applied to my father’s pursuit of dandelions in our front yard. Clearly Iremember him in his worn work b […]

Political Animals by Erika Raskin I’ve been a vegetarian for years and years. I try not to be preachy about the issue `#ToEachHisOrHerOwn but in truth the whole concept of […]

Canticle for the Hand and Mouth by Karl Sherlock The way one’s mouth shadows the hand because hands spoke the first language. The way the lurid tongue-tip drapes the sill of one’s lip, mob […]

Thoughts About the Universe These Mornings by Laura Marello Everything is connected. Most of what the universe energy is, creation/destruction energy, we don’t understand. We underestimate the […]

Wondering What is Forecast by Rebecca Leet I don’t know why I was singled out, being, as I was, simply sitting at my patio table sipping Earl Gray and scanning AccuWeather for a hint o […]