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“Lunchtime” by Laura Taylor

Every day at lunchtime, a group of children cut across the green expanse of the school’s…
“The Hoard” by Beth Ford

Light meant illuminating the encroaching emptiness. And that she didn’t want to see.
“Lawn Chair on the Highway” by Andrew Gent

Lawn Chair on the Highway We are used to the disabledtruck, the inevitabledeer or squirrel carcassstill…
“Soul Blister” by K Anand Gall

Soul Blister Even though it has been swelling to a throbbing tightness, you decide not to…
“Water Works” by Dai Lin

Water works By 10 a.m., the African sun has baked me into the ground at 97…
“Hiking” by Peggy Hammond

Hiking the Appalachian Trail was embraced as therapy, antidote to tours in Iraq. Now was the…
“Prowl for Luck” by Jeff Schiff

Sure flight’s temping And it’d be tough to find a soul who would not slough it…
“Late Summer Mountain After the Rain” by Danielle Hanson

The steam from the coffee cup replacesmorning fog entangled in the porch wisteria,blooming and falling. Bird…
“On Zumba” by Meg Petersen

My Zumba instructor is excited because Halloween falls on one of our class days, and even…
“Extra Buttons, or, Coming Across” by James B. Nicola

Extra Buttons, or, Coming Across Today, purging a bit, I’ve come across the cherry commode that…