By Kelle Groom
He was long divorced from a tiny, blond ballerina and was having
a secret affair with a student, another tiny, blond ballerina.
JUST LATELY STARTED BUYING WINGS
By Kim Dana Kupperman
“I ain’t ever told nobody how I makes chicken. I
tell people how I makes cakes,” she says.
By Donald Morrill
Its tongue dangles, hoping to reclaim the taste
of the moon or touch the truth present in the shade of the moment.
By Leslie Ann Salley
winked at me and said she’d forget. “It’ll be like a hole in her
memory, and she’ll have you to fill in the gap.”
By J.D. Schraffenberger
When my brother Jonathan has a psychotic break,
Grandma believes it’s the devil inside him, demons in the rap music
he listens to.
By Bob Cowser Jr.
remember hearing news of her murder and running to find my first
grade yearbook, hoping to fix her school days photo in my mind.
By Nicole Walton
"She found your little purple pills," he said, about a
minute later. "Are they what she thinks?"
Nance Van Winckel
There’s such a warmth and charm about the cracked
gnome, and surely, I think, there’re not nearly enough gnomes in
By Tim Doody
There was that night when everything changed: him
and a cab driver fighting outside and then me and our trashed apartment
and then the screaming.
My first impression of the man lingered, and I could not separate
my subsequent disillusionment from the romantic circumstances under
which we had met.
By Candance Greene
“Mama,” my grandmother says in a childlike voice.
I stare into her eyes, not knowing what to say. This woman, the
very core of our family, grabs my forearm and says, “Mama, I’m so
happy to see you.”
By Jennifer Henderson
is not merely flat; it is not the Heartland; it is not the place
where twisters whisk off young girls, sweeping them through air,
across space, out into a vast Technicolor dream. Kansas is here.
Right through that door.