What I Left Behind In 2015

Everyone’s all “End Of The Year Round Up Time” and at first, it was sort of bugging me, because when I look back upon the year, I’m more prone to recognize that which I did not achieve, than that which I did. Such is the life of a writer, always measuring ourselves against our goals, and against…

There is the ocean, glimmering and vast and frothy, pelicans joined in wavering formations of black silhouettes, and there in the waves, paddling with fat fingers, sliding off the board instead of standing upon it, tangly dark locks swirling around as she is pulled toward shore with each crashing wave, is Beth. I…

A short story

by Rachel Signer

There is a peculiar, very abstract loneliness that accompanies unemployment. One feels almost villainous, as if living against the codes of society. Meals are taken quickly, standing up in one’s kitchen or at a…