Robert Wexelblatt

September 18, 2017


Bandaged Saturday             “It’s Eliz. . ?  Eliza.  Elizabeth.  But the other name’s worn away.”             “Newell.  Elizabeth Newell.  Her friends called her Lizzy.”             “Lizzy.  I think it says, uh, 1673 to 1695?  That’s, um. . .”              “Yes?”             “Twenty-one.  No, twenty-two?”             “That’s right.”             “I took away the sixteens.  What did […]

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Mark Connelly

September 11, 2017


Editor’s Pick Public Service The TV studio was chilly.  Cold air blew from overhead ventilators.  Newman shivered as he stood on the X taped to the floor.  His mark.   “It’ll get warmer under the lights.  We have to shut off the air when we record because the fans make too much noise.”  The metallic voice […]

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Fred Vogel

September 4, 2017


The Bus from Bakersfield I walked out of the movie theater and happened upon a merry band of young men hopping up and down the sidewalk, entertaining passersby with chants of Dorian is like me. Dorian is like me. My amusement on that warm summer day transformed into a deeper curiosity the more I thought […]

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Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

August 28, 2017


Throgg’s Neck A cloud of nitrous oxide enveloped me and I fell down a deep well. My lover was distressed like a foreclosed house, copper wiring stolen, holes kicked in sheetrock. I was aware of deconstruction in the cave that was my mouth, somewhere so far above me it was inaccessible. She was so distressed […]

Fred Vogel

August 21, 2017


The Farm McMinnville is an agricultural community located in the Willamette Valley, some thirty-five miles south of Portland, Oregon. Home to some of the finest Pinot noir in the world, McMinnville is also home to Howard Hughes’ Spruce Goose, numerous UFO sightings, and The Farmer Institute, commonly referred to as The Farm. The Farm was […]

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Mark Antony Rossi

August 14, 2017


Editor’s Pick Loyalty Left Me Lonely All my life I held Loyalty as the highest standard. I held it higher than Honesty. Any fool can tell the Truth, it takes a man to be Loyal. I believed in Blind Loyalty. Italian Loyalty. Back your boy till the end of time. Be a stand-up kind of […]

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Ernesto B. Reyes

August 7, 2017


The Good Old Days It was early in the afternoon. Henry and George, two former high school friends, had run into each other last week and decided to catch up. They agreed to meet for coffee and soft bread at the small diner across the street from the university. When they saw each other again, […]

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