Iron Butterfly by Vicki Graf
Ariela knows there are some things she is not meant to understand: why the Ouija board always slides to "YES" when Selene and Irena ask about the meaning of life, the perfection and fragility of the human body, and the allure of butterflies...
Departure by B. A. Goodjohn
She sits in the airport Brasserie and reflects on how distance can be
measured in so many ways. In miles, years...in lost opportunities. She
is surrounded by people eating breakfast and waiting for their flights...
Living in Cigarette Time by Lori Sambol
When you told me you wanted to take me to Europe, I had no
idea time would be measured differently there. At home, we
measured our time together by weekends and the hours after work...
Anatomy Lesson by Marlissa Campbell
"Nice axilla." The TA compliments my dissection of the brachial plexus: a
cat's cradle of nerves nestled within the sheltering armpit, crossed by dark
blood vessels and festooned with lymph nodes like clusters of tiny, pale
grapes...
Beauty in Art by Michelle Garren Flye
Yesterday a former art student visited me. My hands wore dirt from my garden. I served her home-made lemon drop cookies and walked with her among the rose bushes. "How can you give up art?" she asked. "It's not something you can retire from..."
Skeletons (The Ships Graveyard) by Danny Rhodes
He set off on foot across the marshes, following the
pylons, just as they had on the day it all happened.
As he walked he tried to picture the day in his mind,
the moment they had first touched each other in play,
the moments that followed...
A Postcard from Where I Live Now by Lennart Lundh
There's a barn here where all the words live, and we make stories of them for people...
The Panda Man by Tobias Seamon
Being a clown is a fucking hassle. You wouldn't know
it but clowning isn't a job for the sensitive. For
one, there's no respect. The IRS is always on your ass
and why? Cause when you list "clown" as your
profession they think you're jerking 'em off...
