of Beetles and Dust, 2015

by John M. Gist Pulvis et umbra sumus. Horace Samantha “I don’t know,” I mutter. “I do her hair every Thursday at four. For […]

An Accident of Beauty, 2015

by Joseph Eastburn The last time he’d seen Abigail, she had been walking down Broadway near the Ansonia Hotel in a black leather coat drawn […]

by Keith Buie All four reflections judge me in silence. Mirrors cover all four walls and show four reflections of my white boxer shorts, bunched […]

by John Abbott Leo Strattan sat by the drafty second story window waiting for his mom to return home from her date. Despite repeated questioning […]