Volume 9 Number 1
Dylan worked at a shoe store, then a burrito place, and finally a new age bookstore at the heart of a half-abandoned mall, where practically…
Dad started hearing stuff on the shortwave about making preparations and found a company on the Internet that built bunkers with “no paper trail or…
We didn’t know Co Anh’s dog had been pregnant until it gave birth. The offspring was disfigured. Widow Co Anh turned this horror into luck….
We’ve taken to sucking bathwater from our washcloths, siphoning the cloth-sweetened water through the gaps in our clenched teeth. My sister says it’s like the…
I sat at the bar, my feet swinging from a stool. Jacksonville, 1972. The adults crowded into a circular booth in the corner. Men pinched…
The singer at Montag’s was new, a tall redhead in a dark blue dress. Her pitch was shaky and she held on to the microphone…
We called it the good phone, the downstairs telephone mounted to the kitchen wall, to differentiate it from the only other telephone in our house:…
My friend says that if you lie on a frozen lake with your ear against the ice, you can hear it shifting way down below….
I am driving the school bus to a volleyball tournament forty minutes away at Little Wound School in Kyle, South Dakota. It’s only me and…
Bubbling shells still sleep under the sand. They are making forms between their tight closed rims. White shirts are fluttering. The laundry girl kept bubbling…