On some days, the world stops moving and I feel I’m sitting on a wooden chair inside a still life painting. I look at the objects around me in my living room—the navy blue fabric recliner, music magazines on the coffee table, the wooden perch near the window where Sophie, my black cat, sleeps. The painting on the wall of the Mist Trail in Yosemite by my mother before she faded into dementia—the rocks, trees, and waterfall dissolving into colors—magenta, light blue, crimson, shades of charcoal gray, and forest green. The red coffee cup, the … Continue reading Still Life by Mark Liebenow→
Going to visit a dead body has seemed bizarre to me since my first such occasion when I was five or six years old. Like any good Southern family, we had seemingly countless numbers of old ladies populating the family tree. Most of them were a little scary, I thought. They were somebody’s second-cousin-twice-removed or a great-aunt or Neva’s mother-in-law, someone whose life and death had little bearing on my life. But Mom and Daddy took me with them to the funeral home for the Visitation, an occasion taken very seriously in my family. We … Continue reading Paying Our Respects by Connie Clark→
The shuffling of Zhao Yihe, my boss, down the office corridor came to a shocked halt when he saw me. With his hair wet, his feet in plastic slippers and a towel draped around his neck, he must have come from the bathhouse at the back of the office compound. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were shower days for men, and Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays for women. “Did you miss the bus?” he asked. “No, I’m eating lunch here now, downstairs,” I replied. Foreign experts like myself normally took a private bus back to our hotel … Continue reading All Out in Beijing by Marcia Yudkin→
We were privileged again to read a vast expanse of small worlds through our flash fiction contest. And once again, the different structures and backstories and characters made the subjective task of landing on overlapping favorites difficult work. There is no scientific formula for evaluation. Just two hearts touched in one way or another. All of which is to say we are honored to announce that “The Cat and The Man,” by Laura Halpin was awarded first and Daniel Lowe’s “Mosaic,” second. They are both wonderful. Thank you, thank you to all who sent in … Continue reading 2026 Flash Fiction Contest Winners by Erika Raskin and Mary Esselman→
If the misery of our poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin. —Charles Darwin,Voyage of the Beagle There is some question as to Definition’s whereabouts, its opportunity, its motive: our mystery character in an imagined scenario. The first place to look for the culprit is in the dictionary (any Google search will do.) You probably would begin such a search by typing “definition of ‘definition’?” It has, however, multi-faceted explanations (and I’m more or less quoting now): 1) the act of defining or … Continue reading Looking for Definition by Fred Wilbur→
Mahmoud Elmardi, a Sudanese visual artist and novelist currently based in Cairo, explores how physical and spiritual landscapes overlap, his aim to document the subtle nuances of cultural heritage and displacement. “My artistic roots run deep into the 1990s, specifically in Bahri, a historic district of Khartoum, Sudan,” Elmardi remembers. “As a child, I didn’t just paint what I saw; I channeled mythical figures from my imagination, heavily influenced by the classic animation of that era—shows like The Adventures of Sinbad and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. This early obsession unexpectedly led to my winning a children’s … Continue reading The Vibrant Paintings of Mahmoud Elmardi→
Imagine being told at your annual physical that you have a cancerous spot on your right lung. Then, in a follow-up that you have a year left to live. One year. That’s all. Imagine having to squeeze all your dreams and plans for the future onto the pages of a single wall calendar. That is what happened to Dawn West, who is still alive today, twenty-six years after that terminal diagnosis. Dawn and I had been dating for a month when she received the devastating news. After her first diagnosis, we visited other doctors for … Continue reading Beating a Death Sentence by Bill Glose→
Irish-American New Yorkers—especially those of the Catholic persuasion—have a knack for fatalist worst-case scenarios. Maybe it’s the indigenous oppression and starvation imprinted long ago on our DNA. Maybe it’s the second-class steerage tickets to America that marked us not just for life, but for generations. Maybe it’s from perpetually feeling two lengths behind, no matter how fast we sprint. It’s most assuredly from ill-fitting plaid Catholic school uniforms and the dysfunctional religious practice of making pride—and the inherent, innocent swell of joy—sinful. For some reason, I couldn’t sleep tonight. I woke at 2 am, … Continue reading The Odd and Tender Clarity of 4 AM Kathleen McKitty Harris→
I was strolling with my wife in Brookline, Massachusetts, on a charming street with clothing and gift stores, Japanese restaurants, delis, and a Japanese tea house. I ducked into a bookstore, assuring my wife that I would be out in a minute, not pivoting quickly enough to miss her exasperated eye roll. After browsing the fiction and poetry sections, examining the New Releases and Bargain tables and the Staff Picks rack, and then doing an analysis of which book covers made a book stand out (getting ideas for the cover design for my then upcoming … Continue reading Booking It by E. H. Jacobs→
Among the activities of our local Parks and Recreation Department are youth sports (including cheerleading), a genealogy class, bingo, adult softball, “track chair” outings, gymnastics, Taekwondo, a class on identifying and removing invasive plants, and yoga. The yoga offered may not strictly conform to any of the seven modern varieties or schools (other than the fact that classes are held in a repurposed school building!), but is exactly what most participants need and want. Frankly, there are as many species of yoga as there are individuals: every one’s grimace is DNA different. The class … Continue reading Yoga Today by Fred Wilbur→
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