The Saturday Before and After the Wednesday In Between by Joe Oswald February 1, 2017 The convenience store is five blocks from home. I stop there often after work, and the manager smiles at me when I enter because I’m one of those husbands who after filling up with gas, stops in for soda, snacks, or anything else… Read the full story →
A Field Guide to Motel Chairs by Doug Brewer February 1, 2017 I am peering through my camera at an empty chair next to a mostly empty motel swimming pool. Read the full story →
Elixir Washes Ashore by Alexis Paige February 1, 2017 A year since we bought the house along the river and weeks since it rained. But now, thunderstorms crackle the edges of sky… Read the full story →
This Is How It Will Go by Randy Magnuson February 1, 2017 Next to the girl will be a black trash bag, stretched at the neck and torn in several places, where the contents – all of her worldly possessions… Read the full story →
The Trouble with Loving Poets by Elizabeth Zaleski February 1, 2017 The trouble with loving poets is that they leave a long paper trail. They want you to read it, too. Read the full story →
Echocardiogram by Gloria DeVidas Kirchheimer February 1, 2017 A device called a transducer picks up echoes of sound waves as they bounce off the different parts of the heart. Read the full story →
To See a World by Kerry Cohen February 1, 2017 He’s not in the yard. My chest grows tight, and I run down the block, calling for him. What will he do if he is lost? He’s only five. Read the full story →
A Mother’s Guide to Leukemia and Its Aftermath by Cindy Winetroub Rogers February 1, 2017 It’s true what they say. It’s rarely good when your phone rings after midnight. Read the full story →
Review: Liberace’s Filipino Cousin by David Brubaker February 1, 2017 At first, I was nervous to read David Brubaker’s Liberace’s Filipino Cousin…. I was nervous because of my own preconceptions… Read the full story →
Review: Writing Hard Stories by Melanie Brooks February 1, 2017 … every time she sat down at a computer, the blank page and blinking cursor questioned her: “Why are you writing this story?” Read the full story →