April Theme
Given our tight deadline for our April theme, we are announcing it a little early so you can get a head start! Submission deadline is April 15th, 2021. See flyer for more details.
Sunday by Holly Day
It’s Sunday morning and the mice are going to church. I can hear them rushing through the rafters over my head to meet at some undisclosed central spot in my house. Because I don’t try to find and destroy their church, and I let them worship in peace I hope their religion isn’t based on …
Paul David Adkins – Poem
As a former Marine, I knew the dangers,knew I’d earn the Medal of Honor in ‘Nam. I got a Dishonorable instead, and this prison stretch. I knew I’d be famous. I never gave up. I slipped word to reporters – There are chinks in the armor, division in our ranks. Other inmates saw me, seized the …
Tangerine Strands- Alfredo Salvatore Arcilesi
The little girl and boy were screaming. Not the bad screaming. Not Mia’s screaming. Lucretia stood in the outer schoolyard, looking through the fence that separated her from the scene of the crime she had created two months prior. Of all the kids packed into the limited pen designated for kindergarten students, …
Hickory Farms – J. Saler Drees
The first time I stole was in second grade. Our teacher, Mrs. Beamer, gave us silent reading after lunch recess, but I couldn’t read well, not like Logan Lee, who read big words— think “behemoth,” “colossal”—and he bragged he already read older kid books—Sarah Plain and Tall, Charlotte’s Web, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing— …
The Long Haul by Holly Day
I don’t look like I did when we met, I know I don’t. I don’t even pretend that person can be brought back to the surface through the use of hair products and makeup and starvation diets and magical potions, that person is gone that person only exists in the photographs I found tucked into …
Husband Material -Danielle Kelly
“Not every guy you meet is going to be your husband,” Mom said. “I know,” I replied. We sit in the hotel room in Berlin, Ohio eating our takeout dessert: cheesecake. “I like him,” I tell mom. She’s heard this story before. But I wanted to believe this one, that John, the guy I met …
Hot as a Log by DS Maolalai
cold as logs in water, a wet and winter evening. a rain which cracks the windows, sounds like logs in burning hearths, and you here on the sofa, curling with me around tea. you are hot as a log, as solid and beautiful as a pile of dried firewood stacked carefully next to a fire. …
The Peloponnesian War- Franz Neumann
ATTN: All Academic departments An off-campus individual impersonated a professor on the first day of class. The impersonator engaged in awkward and inappropriate behavior, including drinking from a bottle that appeared to be an alcoholic beverage. There was a fair amount of confusion and concern until a neighboring instructor came into the classroom and confronted …
The Dreams of the Last Men by Holly Day
There are people who lie awake at night dreaming of how rich they’ll be after an Armageddon, a world-wide plague some global pandemic or war in which their side wins. These people dream of walking through the houses of the wealthy dead, of pushing shopping carts down the quiet hallways, filling bags with priceless artifacts …