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The Coat
It happened without any warning there she was on her way to work crossing the intersection having just pulled the hood of the coat over her head when the car hit her and she was spun mercilessly into the harsh January air her arms flapping wildly like a frightened bird…
The Play Has Closed
Broadway at its finest hour, Set designs built true to life, Cast of five was my own family, “Curtain up!” Actors played against each other, Spoke their lines so loud and clear, Cries and sobs were all authentic From Act I. Tension held the play together. Dad, the drunkard, was…
Illusion
On a warm summer afternoon Light clouds drifting through the Blue, expansive, desert sky I sit quietly and watch Nature Buzzing and chirping Pine needles stirring Tiny lizards skittering across sun-baked stone. An electric green blur of little wings Whirrs past my nose Then launches straight up into the air…
Inside
Halfway through my junior year at Stanford, I was hit by a car while walking across the street. The injuries I sustained from the accident were substantial. I fractured my skull, suffered from an intracerebral hemorrhage, dislocated bones within my one good-hearing ear, and lost nerve function to the left…
After It Rains
When I was a child, my family lived right next to the ocean. My father, my mother, my brother, and I lived in a white two-bedroom house on Kaneohe Bay. The beach house was right off the scenic Kamehameha Highway, which wraps around the quiet North and East sides of…
King Elementary
Havarsham was a third grader of impeccable character. He did not talk over the teacher like Fatima and Ashley. He did not have a tattoo or piercings like Zeke. He did not hide in the bathroom like Jeremy or run in the halls like Jimmy. He did not scream, “We're…
Stranger
'An inventor of fantasies is a poor creature, heaven knows, when all the world is at war.' —Arthur Machen # 'Somebody really likes you!' said the voice on the phone. It was my agent. Yes, that's right, I actually had an agent. I still couldn't quite believe it myself. And…
Naughty Catholic Girl
Mother frightened me when she declared, “When you die you're going straight to hell and your father will be playing the fiddle there.” Although mother had conflicting beliefs about Catholicism she was still determined to guide her own brat pack of children into the church. First there was baptism followed…
A Rose by Any Other Name
“We have a white Charger out front ready to go. Would you like that?” asked the Enterprise man in the blue suit. “You're kidding? Of course I would,” I said, my eyes widening, excited now that my neighbor landed my mangled sedan into the body shop. I hopped in my…
A Mazey Grace
It would be either a cold jail cell or six feet under for me now if Mazey hadn't dropped into my life. Coincidence? Divine Intervention? Serendipity? You decide, after you hear my story… Joe and I were high school sweethearts. We laid eyes on each other in chemistry class, and…
She Hath Done What She Could
I drove to the hospital in the Yorkshire Dales and asked for Elizabeth Anne Langley, Bronte Ward. I asked the ward sister how the operation had gone. “Very well,” she replied, “knees can be a bit of a problem but she's a tough old bird, isn't she? Very good for…
Storykeepers
Alchemy: A power or process of transforming something common into something special; an inexplicable or mysterious transmuting. —Merriam-Webster Dictionary “I haven't been a saint my whole life, but I have done this one thing.” —René Psarolis As we crossed the Champs d'Élysées, I looked past Rogier's blond curls and the…
Kathleen Lynch
Kathleen Lynch publishes poetry, fiction, essays and photographs. Her full collection Hinge won the Black Zinnias national book award. Her chapbooks include How to Build an Owl, No Spring Chicken, Alterations of Rising, and Kathleen Lynch-Pudding House Greatest Hits. Her poems have been anthologized and appear widely in journals including…
Randy Gross
An ad man by day, a poet and playwright by night…his original plays have been performed regionally and internationally, most recently as a 1st place finisher in the Three Roses Players' “The Writer Speaks” series in North Hollywood (June-July 2011); as part of the New Plays Reading Series at the…
Wayne Edwards
Wayne is a native Texan. He graduated from Texas A&M University in 1957. He lives on a fish farm in Texas with his wife Ruth. He retired from his position as the US Air Force's nuclear security inspector in 1977. Wayne didn't start writing poetry until after he had obtained…
Jeff Cooke
I am almost 30 and a full-time student, giving way to change and exploring new career options. Thanks to a fun-loving and maybe tid bit crazy English teacher, Alison Lewis from Aurora Central High in CO (1998-99), I have had writing in my life. Despite being decent, before her class…
Payoff
Covered in my own sweat, I crumpled to the ground. The piercing flashes of hundreds of cameras sparkled all around me and thousands of people looked on and cheered as I fell, exhausted, onto the floor of Redbird Arena. So this is what it feels like, I thought. * *…
Paula Camacho
I moderate the Farmingdale Poetry Group and have published two books, Hidden Between Branches and Choice, and two chapbooks, The Short Lives Of Giants and November's Diary. I am President of the Nassau County Poet Laureate Society which selects a poet laureate every two years. My poems have appeared in…
Getting Schooled
We are small and untamed, a motley gang of kids in a pasture overgrown with bedstraw. The baseball field is our own creation, an ad hoc diamond wedged between the Lewis's barn and the paddock of sheep corralled with Electronet fence. First and second bases are marked by hay bales,…
It’s Working Out
I knelt on one knee, Batman on my right and Santa on my left, staring down at the trampled, muddy grass. I shifted back as a burly man with hair poking out from his orange tutu dropped to his knee in front of me. He smelled of sweat and stale…
Janette Berry
I am honored to be back on the winning team. This contest is fun and gives me a chance to vent over the woes of seasoning. This past year I have written a number of short stories (a few have been shortlisted in competitions) and an assortment of poetry, and…
In Which I Feign Injury to Get Out of Wrestling Tristan Reed
Middle school is the only time in your life when everyone you see falls cleanly into one of two groups: those who have abs, and those who will have to work to get through life. It did not take me long to find my group. When your last school was…
Pushing Tin
Tejo is under assault again. Some years ago the game was bought outright by South American beer companies, an attack that disturbed many at the time but which, in retrospect, has proved altogether favorable. The current assault is far more sinister. An anonymous online survey recently dubbed Tejo “the world's…
Boston You’re My Home
I was sitting on a couch in Saddam Hussein's Birthday Palace in the City of Tikrit, watching the end of the 2007 World Series on pirated satellite signals, purchased and subsequently wired by a really sketchy thin dude who kept showing me the porn channels. He was Iraqi and spoke…
Nancy Lee
Nancy Lee grew up in Berea, Ohio. Of mixed Korean, Japanese, and German heritage, she has lived in Tokyo and Seoul (where she taught English composition at Ewha Women's University), and now makes her home in Seattle, Washington. She received a B.A. in English and the James A. Veech Prize…
Skating to Seventy
On frigid mornings, before first light, sometimes I stand in a crumbling parking lot and watch slender forms materialize out of the dark. Sleek and insouciant as cats, they drag suitcases toward a low-slung building shimmed into the edge of a Baltimore golf course. The building is an ice rink,…
Stuart Anderson
I grew up on a 40-acre family farm in western Washington, then moved to the big city to study mathematics and physics, which I now teach at the University of Washington Instructional Center. Although I have always written poetry, I have seldom submitted any for publication. In 2003, I was…
The Missing Fields
It is 1987. It is summer. I am 13 and in my father's Saab. It is a yuppie car and he is not a yuppie. We are traveling in the dark of the pre-dawn light. We are heading towards his work, towards his store. I am the helper for the…
If Only Your Golf Clubs Could Speak
We are gathered here today for a memorial to our former master, Dave. Two months ago, Dave suddenly passed away while playing golf at the Hollow Promises Country Club. As we sit in the basement awaiting the garage sale this spring, I would like to remember Dave and the remarkable…
Ferocity
This is how I die. The thought wouldn't stop echoing through my head. With the force of will gained through fifteen years of martial arts practice, I tried to clear my mind. It didn't work. Flow like water, my sensei's calm voice whispered. Maybe I thought of this because fear…
Alicia Ruskin
Alicia began writing early and often, with her first published poem at age 9 and a prizewinning jingle for KFC at 11. She placed in the finals of a national high school creative writing competition, and went on to a career as an actor and then as a talent agent…
Butterflies and Dinosaurs
The first time Chip Kristoffer smelled her perfume was from the penalty box after a scrap with Troy Neilson of the Abbotsford Heat. Chip's right eye had swelled shut and the arena had filled with boos at the announcement of his name. He stepped in, and even before he'd turned…
Game
The ambulance men dropped Easy on the sidewalk near the roundball courts and cracked what was left of his head on the concrete. Didn't surprise Buddha one bit. They looked like cops to him—white shirts, grey pants, shiny black belts and shoes. Only difference was that the ambulance crackers didn't…
Charles Doyle
Charles Doyle graduated with a BA in Popular Culture from Brock University in Ontario, Canada. He currently lives back and forth between Bermuda (where he was born and raised) and Canada, working in web design/SEO. His favorite poetic mechanism is comedic surrealism, and in addition to writing, he enjoys acting…
Muay-Thai
Very early in the morning, too early, through the partition, he hears her trying to jump rope on the cement floor of the gym, the gym that serves as their house and her training center. He wakes to the slapping of flesh against floor, and the swoosh of rope cutting…
John M. Harris Jr.
John M. (Skip) Harris Jr. likes Dante. He does not like air travel. “The Flight Line Commedia” was composed after a long trip to Italy in 2010 (see photo). In real life he is a physician who does online medical education. He has prepared many education programs, but never an…
Fight Night
Frankie Vic owned The Club Milano, a place where the union rank and file had wedding receptions, first communions, wakes, and boxing matches. Architecturally speaking, the Club Milano was a confusion of Doric, Ionic, and Corinthian columns, giving a very approximate appearance of the Roman Coliseum. On the inside were…
Beth Spencer
Beth Spencer is the founding editor of Bear Star Press, which publishes poetry and occasional short fiction collections by writers living west of the central time zone. Her own poems and short fiction have appeared online and off—Iron Horse Literary Review, Tin House (Flash Friday), Big Pulp, Jerry Jazz Musician,…
Nancy Rapchak
Nancy Rapchak lives in New York City with her cat, Joey Moonpiehead. In high school she was accused by the choir teacher of plagiarizing a poet she'd never heard of. This was the one and only encouragement she received in high school and has played a huge part in her…
Mary McLean
Mary McLean grew up in Oxon Hill Maryland and studied at Penn State, Leeds, Cambridge and Nottingham. She now lives outside Cambridge, where she spends her days doing cancer research and her nights hiding from the wrathful ghost of Charles Spurgeon. In between she cheers herself up with funny writing,…
Rachael Kuintzle
Having just completed a Biochemistry degree at the University of California, Santa Barbara, Rachael Kuintzle is again free to pursue her first love: creative writing. In her spare time she enjoys waterskiing, cooking, painting, and science-y things.
Nathan Kross
Nathan Kross lives, writes, and teaches high school students in Asheville, North Carolina. He loves fairy tales and rhyming poetry alike, and occasionally writes reviews for new poets. He is best known for his book The Supervillain Sonnets.
Ann Swindell
Ann Swindell received her MFA from Seattle Pacific University and is a Visiting Instructor of English at Wheaton College in Illinois. She lives west of Chicago with her husband and daughter, and has written for multiple anthologies, magazines and websites, including I Wasn't Strong Like This When I Started Out:…
Louise Swanson
Louise Swanson is a writer and teacher living in Wisconsin. She is currently at work on a memoir and a collection of short fiction.
JoDean Nicolette
JoDean edits a small northern California magazine called The Horse Journal, and writes fiction and nonfiction. She is currently working on a novel about her walk on the Appalachian Trail, and a collection of short stories called Runs Like the Wind. When she is not writing, she is a physician,…
Scott Latta
Scott Latta is a writer and editor from Birmingham, Alabama. After an editing career that led him to the Alabama Gulf Coast and Nashville, Tennessee, he is now in the MFA program for nonfiction writing at Oregon State University. He has written for magazines including Nashville Lifestyles, Native, Collegiate, and…
Charl Dur’homme
Charles Hardman practiced law for a time and piloted commercial jets. He attended school in England and lives with his partner Marta Gallego in San Francisco, where he teaches English and writes under the pen name Charl Dur'homme. Charles enjoys a lifelong obsession with all things Spanish and Latin American.…
Adrian Cole
Captain (Retired) Adrian Cole is a writer currently enrolled in the Stonecoast MFA program at the University of Southern Maine. He was born in Brunswick, Maine and returned to his hometown after serving two combat tours in Iraq as an Army Officer with the 101st Airborne Division. He is currently…
Patricia Schultheis
Patricia Schultheis has had several essays and nearly two dozen short stories published in national and international literary journals. Her pictorial local history, Baltimore's Lexington Market, was published by Arcadia Publishing of South Carolina in 2007, and her collection of short stories about a fictional street in Baltimore named St.…
Darren Powers
I'm a happily married father of two girls, living in the quiet town of Brookfield, CT. I have run hot and cold with writing as a simple hobby and/or outlet of release for years. I haven't written books or screenplays. I don't have anything published. I've never really tried before.…
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