December 2014

Sanrinsha by Carolyn Roberts

burned tricycle from hiroshima musseum

I didn’t notice them gathering behind me until I heard a chorus of “Excuse me!” Five shiny-faced Japanese schoolchildren, aged perhaps ten or eleven, had arranged themselves in a neat line.

Concrete by Riley H. Welcker


Father was the kind of man who separated the halves of his finger just to show my brothers and me the red flesh after accidentally slicing it with a construction knife…

Honor by Reynold Junker

entrance to united states naval academy brick sign

…neither Roger nor I had dates that night. We’d spent the last two hours sitting in our skivvies underwear and robes in Roger’s room…discussing our almost-completed term papers.