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  • Ambulance – Jennifer Jenkins

    Driving down that twisty road, you can’t see around the next corner but there’s a heaving mass of rush-hour traffic in all four lanes. Stopped at a light, there’s a flash in…

  • Copenhagen – Elizabeth Jaeger

    Copenhagen is cold, not exactly the place to go in February if you are itching for a tan or longing for an escape to the seaside. However, if you are frantic to…

  • Hell and High Water – Jamie Grove

    Do you ever think about what people look like when they die?  Not right after they die when they just look like they’re sleeping, but after, when they’ve been in the ground…

  • Shopping with Abdullah – Rick Forbess

    In my dream, I was back in Riyadh. I needed dates for the family picnic, but the clerk had only hamburgers. Hamburgers. How strange are dreams, but now I am thinking of…

  • Juanita – Rod Martinez

    Juanita grew up in Puerto Rico, the daughter of a large family in the mountains of Humacao. In the 1950’s there was an influx of Puerto Rican “immigrants” into the United States and…

  • The Saga Of Nathan Twine: An Ezra Pound Of Flesh – David Izzo

    12 January 1952: St. Elizabeth’s Mental Hospital—Washington, D.C. The 67-year-old man with the pointed head, pointed chin, and pointed, if straggly beard, was sitting by the window of his small room. The…

  • Oasis – Rae Dox Kim

    Tammy rapped at the door, but this was only a formality. Korean diet supplement advertisements on the television were harmonizing gloriously with her grandmother’s warby church choir voice. It would have been…

  • Carla Morning – Rae Dox Kim

    It was a Carla Morning, one of those mornings when I’d walk down into the living room and see Carla asleep on the couch, brow furrowed in a quiet expression of guilt,…

  • We Were Young – Eugen Bacon

    WE WAVED TO DORA in her ladybird dress full of sapphire ribbons. She waved back, a tangle of African lilies from Lake Park bobbing in her combed-out hair. A thousand brushes, O…

  • Just An Old Man – Brad Evans

      “You see it was Paul who was the well-meaninged one. He had good intentions. It was the others who were self-obsessed, concerned about their image.” As he spoke, my right hand…