A short story by Brian Michael Barbeito  The bottom of a pail is broken through. —Zen Saying   We walked down those streets, and it had rained all day. The entire area had for a while afterwards been wet with a beautiful type of black that sort of glistened. People used headlights in the day, Continue reading →

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A short story by Robbie Kenyon Gabi was telling me a story about his cats when applause erupted throughout the club and drowned out his voice. The house lights dimmed, and I turned towards the stage. He had mentioned that a friend of his, Maya, was singing. Gabi and Maya had played together in various Continue reading →

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A short story by Iztac Metztli There was an old man who dreamt of being a bird. He was a guayabera wearing viejito who never considered dressing in anything other than white. White was the color of dreams, of seagulls and clouds that drifted effortlessly. Most of all, white was the color of foam that Continue reading →

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A short story by Mark Joseph Kiewlak I began to wonder why I was sleeping so much, what I was trying to avoid. The waking world, its getting and spending, its rushing to and fro, frightened me beyond all measure. It just didn't feel right, this world, didn't feel true. Every cell in my body Continue reading →

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A short story by Bruce Holland Rogers “Please, no parable today. I don't think I could sit still for it.” “You don't have time to hear a story?” “What I mean is that the world is in such peril.” “You worry.” “I want to do something! We don't need stories. We need action!” “All right. Continue reading →

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A short story by Sandra Jensen Hard in my mouth. Tearing. Taste of blood metal. I smell salt, my own spit-froth. I’m sweating. She’ll fall off if I don’t stop. I feel her knees through the leather, high up on the skirts. Terrified, she is, pulling hard. I’m bleeding now. I don’t care. I want Continue reading →

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A short story by Terry Paul Pearce A sphere sits on a concrete plain, and a man stands and peers into it. To the man, the surface of the sphere appears silvered, opaque and clear—all at once. He scrutinises the sphere closely. He cannot work out whether the sphere is a mirror, a window, or Continue reading →

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A short story by Tantra Bensko Kundra began eating miracles at age 13. She learned to heal then, from a distance, instantaneously, even those she never met. She wondered even if sometimes the birds that hit the window panes, which she lovingly held in her hands, had sometimes hovered between life and death until she Continue reading →

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A short story by R. I. Sutton How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five? ~ William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell         The story goes that the esteemed scientist, Charles Darwin could not stand Continue reading →

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A short story by Nancy Stebbins Hey you, boy! Hey, boy! Hey, misfit!  A loose memory taunts you, jittering at the edge of your consciousness. It’s there the moment you wake up on the cold ground, the back of your head wedged between the juggler’s shoulder blades. At least you hope they’re shoulder blades. All Continue reading →

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A short story by Cheryl Wood Ruggiero Designer Deities. The artfully hand-painted wooden sign was stuck on chipped brick beside a wooden door newly painted purple. The door opened onto narrow stairs between the gnomish side-street shop fronts of Skin, Ink (tattoos and piercings) and Crystals and Sits (rocks and cushions).   On the day Continue reading →

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A short story By Tantra Bensko We never know where to get started, because it is never obvious where the beginning is in the pathways spread circularly around us, hedges blossoming with reds, cut in shapes that suggest the other side of the ways to look at anything we might have in mind, and anything Continue reading →

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A short story By Loretta Sylvestre The Maenad lived in the Knot Peddler’s basement, in a small room with a view of boot soles and soiled hems. There she frittered and frayed at the edges of Knots whose time had come and gone: regretted pasts, deplorable presents, and futures once craved but now feared. Day Continue reading →

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A short story by Jessamyn Johnston Smyth I.   Hawk brought a message to Wu Wei Yin, in her garden. The bird looked very tired. She gave him a rabbit and a dish of water in thanks, and while he refreshed himself, she unrolled the scroll he’d carried to her. It was thick paper of Continue reading →

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A short story by Jean Ryan I want to come back as a plant. A life above and a life below. No thinking, just finding. Water, food, light.   Maybe not a redwood; that’s a long, long life. A sunflower might be fun. One sturdy stalk zooming skyward, pushing fuzzy heart-shaped leaves, and then the Continue reading →

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A short story by Bill Capossere The Ice Museum appears in the dog days of summer, traveling into town on a chill night breeze that sways the branches of the trees that line Main Street, casting trembling shadows on the empty storefront glass and on the sidewalk where a pair of lean hounds sniffing desultorily at Continue reading →

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A short story by Rebecca Hodgkins You cross the rubble with your dad, shirtless like him, because your shirts are wrapped around a woman's wounded arm, and she is on her way to one of the medical tents that sprang up like a dark circus after the bombs started falling. She will live, thanks to Continue reading →

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A short story by R. Virgil Ellis Each string was about to be a thought. Each had letters, hidden variables, which if discovered would allow the thought to happen.   I almost solved some in one of the strings. The first felt like a crunch pain, a solstice in the rain. It flew like an Continue reading →

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A story in three voices by Geri Lipschultz Back when the land was country, my husband left me for another woman. We saw but did nothing to stop it. We watched her come, and we watched them go. If there were words, I did not hear them. Nor did we speak, the boy and I. Continue reading →

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