by Elaine Margolis The mime, dressed in black, a shawl across one shoulder, a dark lens on one eye, moved his head from side to side as he adjusted his cuffs, holding the crowd, holding me, keeping us inside the space of, not letting us escape from, his unseeing...
by N.D. Wheeler I fancied myself an artist; he wanted to be a writer. I took photographs, later picking them up from the developer with anticipation and surprise, always surprise, as though someone else had taken the pictures and I didn’t know what to expect. He...
By W. A. Smith Foster is drawing a picture of a very tall lavender man in a cowboy hat. Deeper lavender trees grow near the man, barely reach his waist. Foster chooses an equally deep green for the giant’s hands, and without raising his eyes from his creation he...
by Julie Ann Shapiro I wake up sweating. It’s the same dream. Smooth flat surface, late afternoon shadows. A sloping valley, two pebbles. Boulders the color of sand; a giant hand caresses the boulders. Late afternoon shadows and the boulders turn to granite. I...
Paula J. Lambert Delia wasn’t sure Frank loved her and now that she might be pregnant, that seemed like a problem. She sat naked on the edge of the tub with her knees together and her bare feet spread, the EPT box on the floor beside her. At 39, she was too old...
by W.A. Smith “What bothers the hell out of me, like nothing else, is when I start singing a song’in the shower or something, or while I’m getting dressed’and you start singing it too.” The man paused and shifted the gun to his left hand...
