The Story of Wood

by Nate Some spark of remembrance brought his father’s lessons suddenly alive there in the storeroom, from the many asides imparted as they collaborated in earnest on their sawdust projects. There was something ancestral about it: his father, waxing philosophical about lumber’s endless qualities, delighting in sculpting the former living pillars of the earth into … Continue reading The Story of Wood


by Jason Okay, here she comes. This time we play it cool. Just casually say Hey there . No, wait, that isn’t a conversation spark.  Compliment her. That will make her stop for a second. What do we compliment?  No, not boobs. Hair, that’s the one.  Wait, what if she hates her hair today? We could go down in flames immediately. What about... … Continue reading Breathe

Beautiful Dream

by Tiffani Although she slept, it felt real. His shadow over her, eyes on her.  Hand on her face, thumb tracing her lips. Her lips slightly curved upward. Lips on her forehead, a gentle loving kiss. Hand slowly tracing her clavicle, resting there. Kisses on her nose, each cheek. Hand to her breast. Tongue tracing … Continue reading Beautiful Dream

The Nexus

by Michael "See that?! That’s really Ed Norton, not Brad Pitt. Dude, they’re really the same!" Townes looked down at the 1000 year old rug, holding his head in his hand, staring holes in the weave. I patted Frank on the back and tried to will him into silence. His shoulders coiled as he bounced. … Continue reading The Nexus


by Jeff Fleischer “Why did you let that dybbuk in?” Hiram’s mother asked nearly as soon as the man closed the bathroom door. “Shhh.” Hiram looked back to see if the visitor had heard. “Ma, he’s just a repairman. We called him to fix the leaking pipe under the sink, remember?” She’d been forgetting things … Continue reading Dybbuks

The Ninth Wave

by Kat Gilman Rose Waves crashed against the beach, foaming wildly as water hit the sand before receding rapidly, only to return again. The ninth wave, biggest of all the ones preceding it, brought something additional – a limp ragdoll, soaked through and encircled with seaweed, so that only the limbs were visible. Once, this … Continue reading The Ninth Wave

Writer’s Block

by Anon “You wake up and your shoes don’t fit.” I swirl my latte, watching the cocoa dusting fracture and split. “No, nothing.” Jordan smiles patiently. “Not even a flicker? We just need to ignite an idea.” “Nothing,” I sigh. “Two blueberries fall into your soup.” I shake my head. “You befriend a squirrel in … Continue reading Writer’s Block