The garage door creaks open, and Ned, who probably shouldn’t be driving, eases his car in. The headlights slice through the cluttered garage, revealing a teetering stack of Amazon boxes piled on a wobbly sofa table against the wall. The headlights also illuminate the garage walls, plastered with our old posters of punk bands we … Continue reading Love Song Competition Fiction Winner: “Easy Like Manicotti” by Angie Curneal Palsak
Love Song Competition Poetry Co-Winner: “A Winter Love Poem” by James G. Piatt
“Peace, my heart, let the time for parting be sweet. Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.” Rabindranath Tagore Winter sneaked up on us this past year, warning us that our time was near. And, as a clock struck the late hour of the night, we … Continue reading Love Song Competition Poetry Co-Winner: “A Winter Love Poem” by James G. Piatt
With All Due Respect to Raspberry Jam
By Enid Cokinos Lady Cavendish’s untimely passing had the manor house staff scurrying about, dispatching possessions hither and yon, as the family’s solicitor, Mr. Fielding, pinstriped and bespectacled, directed from his perch beside the library fireplace between sips of Earl Grey. “Ah, yes, crate the heirloom china for Beatrix Von Ernstrom in Switzerland.” “Deliver Lord … Continue reading With All Due Respect to Raspberry Jam
Pretty Is as Pretty Does
By Kim Hayes My mother and I are sitting in her living room, talking about what I can’t remember. Out of nowhere, she says, “You know, Kim, you would be so much prettier with contacts. Why don’t you wear them anymore? I’ll pay for them.” It is the fall of 2017 and I’m in New … Continue reading Pretty Is as Pretty Does
To Whom Is It Granted?
By Asta Bender Binjol placed the rug in the middle of the living room–rolled it further and fixed it properly to align at the center. The rug was too big for the room–wasn't even something he could afford. But he inherited the rug from his grandfather, and wanted to honor his last wish. Binjol never … Continue reading To Whom Is It Granted?
Toy Soldiers
By Seungwoo Lee I remember; as a child, I quietly watched my older brother stationing a troop of toy soldiers on our new wooden floorshinin’ with luster. He had them all lined up, and I just wanted to knock ‘em down, with all my scanty might. And so, I came along with my hands filled, … Continue reading Toy Soldiers
Becoming
By Sydney Frandsen The first time I teleported, I was with Hamish, and we were about to tumble from the edge of a cliff that we had ventured to close too. One second, we were sliding over the loose gravel, about to fall a thousand feet to our doom, the next, we were a heap … Continue reading Becoming
Magical Touch to Autumn
By Vanaja Malathy rugged mountains pose still to the daub of golden paintas the aspens stain the rockies splash to smear yellow and gold, lace orange and red a canvas of spectacular view beautiful landscape turns into a dreamscapeI stand in ecstasy and elationlost in the mesmerizing, magical beauty of aspen’s artof awesome autumn. i … Continue reading Magical Touch to Autumn
No Place for Rain
By Oliver Hickman Raindrops pecked at window sills. Streaks ran down the glass— channels between clinging mist. The clouds had slumped low, visiting the ground in person rather than by gift of drizzle. They hugged the roads, the hills, the gradual moor, laying a blindfold on the town of Teatrees. The views and vistas which … Continue reading No Place for Rain
To my Moon
By Josephine Rudolf The world only knows me when the sun is out,A select few have seen a cloudy day.But never night—I always hid that.Hiding in dark corners, almost freezing to death.Yet the second that corner was exposed,Something came back to life.It wasn’t me, but she looked the part,Which used to be enough. When we … Continue reading To my Moon
Academy of the Heart And Mind 