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by Bud Smith

The woman at the desk has frizzled hair and sharp teeth. We’re old friends.
“You don’t have to sign in,” she says.
She is smoking a cigarette in secret.
I wave and walk down that lemon and kelly hallway.
On Thursdays for mandatory community service hours, I read to the blind. Continue Reading →

by Jane Flett

Once upon a time, there was a manatee that lived far below the waves in the deepest and bubbliest part of the ocean. The manatee was frequently mistaken for a beautiful mermaid by sailors, because the sailors round those parts were rum-spattered lushes who were more likely to identify as pirates. Continue Reading →

by La JohnJoseph

It was night, inevitably, and Thackeray was asleep at the wheel. The car continued on steadily, down the bullet-straight autobahn, in almost total silence, with just a hint of a purr – good kitty. Baby was asleep inside me, she was as big as a football now, had congealed, hardened into a small human. She was fully baked, and I was nineteen. She snored softly, tooting like a toy trumpet every minute or so, her tiny body floating around in years of recycled shit. For once she wasn’t talking in her sleep. Continue Reading →

by Laura Nunziante

Dear F.,
It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. All I know about you these days is from what you do on Facebook. Was it nice in Upper Bavaria? How far have you gotten with your vegetable garden? Is your relationship still complicated? Continue Reading →