Prose

Am I Still a Mother If… by Susan R. Barclay

Am I still a mother if my children are dead…

The Parable of the Fowl by John Cody Bennett

JW stirred naked to the wind in the barebones creekbed…

Why people crash by Michael Zimecki

Those who didn’t know him, but thought they did, believed his…

Blue January. Cold by Timothy Resau

I was constantly listening to the music … listening for the music…

Flash Fiction by Susan Cornford

Getaway

In the Hollows of Their Throats by Scott Archer Jones

Since it’s Saturday he hasn’t shaved and she…

The Place of the Dead by Nick Sweeney

Our day from Casablanca to Marakech started in a sunstroked…

The Storm by Roger Floyd

The hotel was the same Martha and Harry stayed at for their honeymoon, but…

The Meat by Auzin

We tried to warn him — the meat was still alive. Though withered and shrunken like a…

Even by Dave Barrett

He parks his shiny red Jeep Cherokee behind the wife’s Subaru, blocking my old…