I was certain synaesthesia meant the simultaneous convergence of at least two senses, perhaps a paradox, sensual […]
Prose Open Contest
TQ2 Prose Open Runner-Up 1. And the waitress said, girls, grits is like grace. You don’t order […]
The Longevity of Bone by Laurel Blossom
1. No one who lives here really notices the twins of Walkchalk unless someone new […]
Twins by Gabriel Welsch
Everything tonight hinges on morning. In an Orthodox Jewish household, on a Friday, sundown is the […]
Come Morning By Temim Fruchter
People with Parkinson’s can’t sing but they can take a tumble. My grazed father for example […]
Ring-A-Round The Rosie by Paul Lenehan
On page one of Julie Marie Wade’s “Prose & Cons: Considerations of a Woman with Two Genres,” […]
Down at the Crossroads: Jessamyn Smyth on Julie Marie Wade’s ...
1. She saw him sitting in the door of his motel room, half in/half out, two […]
Diamond Vehicle by Caroline Picard
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The Boiling Glass by Okla Elliott
Saúl wanted me to take him to see the snow. Every week throughout the fall of 2009, […]