Category: Prose
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Argos
Fiction by Clare Wilson The bartender’s t-shirt declared, Caution, Hot! +++Marvin eyed the splashy script as she poured him another double of Bulleit. He downed it in one gulp, before she had reached her next customer.
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Maroon Bells
Nonfiction by Josh Potter Summer, 1976: +++My parents late twenties, newly dating, visit the Maroon Bells wilderness outside of Aspen. These two people, John and Suzie, are in love, will inevitably conceive my brother and I, and will return to this place again and again though neither of them know it yet.
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The First Annual Landsome Goat and Garden Party
Fiction by B.C. Edwards Every attempt to venture into the kitchen or deeper ended in a polite but firm herding back to the porch. The unlit living room and dark upstairs remained grey mysteries and whatever secrets were locked in the Landsome cellar, all the unearthed Spanish gold, the nuclear codes, the disembodied murdered vagrants,…
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Standard Operating Procedure
Fiction by Kyle Swensen For most warehouse operations, there are standards of procedure. If you see something, say something. Like a mouse. Or a bird. Or a pile of shit. If you mess up, fess up.
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Seen & Overheard: A Year on the Bus in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside
Nonfiction by Leanna McLennan 12 September A man in a torn grey jacket staggers onto the bus. +++“It’s the postmodern god. It’s the postmodern god,” he says to the bus driver.
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One-Sentence Stories
Christopher DeWan, Christopher DeWan fiction, New Limestone Review, NLR, one sentence stories, short storiesFiction by Christopher DeWan He stuffed each bottle with a hand‑written note that read “Rescue me” and cast them, wishfully, one by one, into the East River.
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The Shoulder
Fiction by Nick Fuller Byllis was one of those two gas station towns in vassalage to the highway. The gas stations were built on a short hill in vast flat country and were right across from each other just off the exit.
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Teenage Apostate
Nonfiction by Mike Jeffrey People sang loud at Keswick, so I sang loud, and I didn’t fall asleep during the sermons as I often did back home. I read along when scripture was quoted instead of flipping to the verses about boobs in Song of Songs.