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May 5, 2020 | Fiction

Beach House

Mary Miller

“But you named him Davey and my name is David. You might change it up next time.”

“I know your name,” she said.

April 30, 2020 | Fiction

Rapp’s Field

Ed Ruzicka

We played in our cousin’s backyard. It was always pitcher’s hand out, right field out. If you did dish it right over the barbed wire into burdock, Queen Anne's lace, thistle, milkweed, you had to

April 30, 2020 | Fiction

Rapp’s Field

Ed Ruzicka

We played in our cousin’s backyard. It was always pitcher’s hand out, right field out. If you did dish it right over the barbed wire into burdock, Queen Anne's lace, thistle, milkweed, you had to

April 27, 2020 | Fiction

Invisible Men

Thomas Reed Willemain

Three boys took their positions on the makeshift field. The flagstone wall edging the upper lawn was the outfield fence. One foul line was the street, the other the edge of the woods. Joey pitched.

April 27, 2020 | Fiction

Invisible Men

Thomas Reed Willemain

Three boys took their positions on the makeshift field. The flagstone wall edging the upper lawn was the outfield fence. One foul line was the street, the other the edge of the woods. Joey pitched.

April 23, 2020 | Fiction

My Brother’s Catcher

Scott Ray

As the blows against each other’s ribs and the glancing strikes on their now helmetless heads escalated, I moved to get out of the dugout and pull them apart, but their father, Coach Christen, blocked the exit with a Louisville Slugger

April 23, 2020 | Fiction

My Brother’s Catcher

Scott Ray

As the blows against each other’s ribs and the glancing strikes on their now helmetless heads escalated, I moved to get out of the dugout and pull them apart, but their father, Coach Christen, blocked the exit with a Louisville Slugger

April 22, 2020 | Fiction

New Student Worker at the Library

Benjamin Niespodziany

He visited the library later that night still in his baseball gear, his eye black dancing with tears.  I'm sorry, I said, but three strikes is three strikes. His batting glove let me know he understood.

April 22, 2020 | Fiction

New Student Worker at the Library

Benjamin Niespodziany

He visited the library later that night still in his baseball gear, his eye black dancing with tears.  I'm sorry, I said, but three strikes is three strikes. His batting glove let me know he understood.

March 31, 2020 | Fiction

Cleaning House

Jayne Pugh

He blew smoke from a loaned cigarette back into my hair, bar rag still in his back pocket from the shift that ended two hours ago. He didn’t understand why I didn’t want him to come over. “Surrender to the stuff, baby.” 

March 31, 2020 | Fiction

Cleaning House

Jayne Pugh

He blew smoke from a loaned cigarette back into my hair, bar rag still in his back pocket from the shift that ended two hours ago. He didn’t understand why I didn’t want him to come over. “Surrender to the stuff, baby.” 

March 25, 2020 | Fiction

Last Thing

Jeremy Glazer

The funeral is over, Eliza is back at work, and she has eaten dinner at home three times now, once alone, even.

March 25, 2020 | Fiction

Last Thing

Jeremy Glazer

The funeral is over, Eliza is back at work, and she has eaten dinner at home three times now, once alone, even.

March 23, 2020 | Fiction

Flesh of My Flesh

Laura Lampton Scott

The king’s first wife went crazy and no longer obeyed him, so he sent her away.

March 23, 2020 | Fiction

Flesh of My Flesh

Laura Lampton Scott

The king’s first wife went crazy and no longer obeyed him, so he sent her away.

March 20, 2020 | Fiction

Shorthand

Mary Lane Potter

“Mrs. Bolthuis wants you to help her with something. Ride over there and see what she wants. Homework can wait for once.”

March 20, 2020 | Fiction

Shorthand

Mary Lane Potter

“Mrs. Bolthuis wants you to help her with something. Ride over there and see what she wants. Homework can wait for once.”

March 19, 2020 | Fiction

A Girl Cawed

Rachel Ranie Taube

“If you have to say you’re fine, you’re probably not,” the crow replied.

March 19, 2020 | Fiction

A Girl Cawed

Rachel Ranie Taube

“If you have to say you’re fine, you’re probably not,” the crow replied.

March 18, 2020 | Fiction

Death Packet

Rachel Chenven Powers

Lenore was at the cusp. I’m cusping, Percy, she rasped. Percy was unsure what to do about it. Press forward? Hang back?

March 18, 2020 | Fiction

Death Packet

Rachel Chenven Powers

Lenore was at the cusp. I’m cusping, Percy, she rasped. Percy was unsure what to do about it. Press forward? Hang back?

March 16, 2020 | Fiction

The Anniversary

Harris Lahti

Married twenty years today, Heather and Vic play that game.

March 16, 2020 | Fiction

The Anniversary

Harris Lahti

Married twenty years today, Heather and Vic play that game.

March 13, 2020 | Fiction

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Juliana Crespo

They walked along the railroad somewhere in Atlanta on a cold and bitter night, the full moon above them like a yellow coin some unforgiving God had tossed far out into the galaxy. In the near

March 13, 2020 | Fiction

Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

Juliana Crespo

They walked along the railroad somewhere in Atlanta on a cold and bitter night, the full moon above them like a yellow coin some unforgiving God had tossed far out into the galaxy. In the near

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