Starting at my house and zooming out you'll see some cows in the field across thestreet. Next there's a town office building that was built a few years after I … Continue reading Starting At My House by Glenn Linsenbardt
THE LEGACY A FAMILY TRAGEDY By Lourdes Santiago
It was a short dream. My great grandmother handed me a map and told me “this is the proof that the land is ours. Fight for it. “ In my … Continue reading THE LEGACY A FAMILY TRAGEDY By Lourdes Santiago
The Vindication of Mrs. Connor by June Kosier
“It feels good to finally have the closing and get started on the remodeling,” she spoke. “Remodeling a house built in the early 1800s with the original kitchen with a … Continue reading The Vindication of Mrs. Connor by June Kosier
The Kudu Horns by Susan Hahn
I had a pair of kudu horns (note the past tense). They hung over my front door, a spiral sculpture that arched upward, tapering to points. Two horns, each about … Continue reading The Kudu Horns by Susan Hahn
Along Came a Spider, Who Sat Down Beside Her by June Kosier
“I thought I saw a spider, but it was just a piece of yarn. It’s dead yarn now.” Writing on a shirt Like most girls, at the age of ten, … Continue reading Along Came a Spider, Who Sat Down Beside Her by June Kosier
Two Definitions of Noise by Allen Guy Wilcox
Two Definitions of Noise by Allen Guy Wilcox We awake in a four-poster to the gradient sheen of atomic light, a static conclave of still blinking stars in the lace … Continue reading Two Definitions of Noise by Allen Guy Wilcox
The Dinner by Katerina Canyon
Without conversation there is a nod between us at the restaurant. The table is a sea rocking us in different directions. You are unsteady. I balance like an acrobat. Into … Continue reading The Dinner by Katerina Canyon
Wrong Phone Call by Duane L Herrmann
This happened over fifty years ago. I was in my late teens. I was living for a few months with friends. One time, when I was there alone, the phone … Continue reading Wrong Phone Call by Duane L Herrmann
Childhood Remains by Duane L Herrmann
Relics from a childhood found in a time capsule buried in 1969 when I left home for college and life on my own at age 17. I never looked back, … Continue reading Childhood Remains by Duane L Herrmann
