Exploring the art of prose



Coming Home to Myself by Bryan Okwesili

March 18, 2022

  I am humming along to Lucky Dube’s voice over the radio on the windowpane. The cavernous room swallows his tenor, leaving his words bare, airy, like scattered feathers in the sun. I do not know what it means to…

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alt text: image is a color photograph of a brown bear; title card for the flash story "Bear" by Ben Loory

Bear by Ben Loory

February 11, 2022

  My wife and I went camping one day. It was nice! But that night, we met a bear. He came into our tent and sat down and stared at us, kept pawing sort of sadly at the ground. What…

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The Sluagh by Kendra M. Pintor

January 14, 2022

  You’re looking through the hole in your father’s shoulder like it’s a spyglass. Or a kaleidoscope. Except, it isn’t either of those things. It’s a long, dark tunnel, and the other side isn’t magnified or broken into crystal fragments.…

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My Father Takes Me to the Rodeo by Francine Witte

November 19, 2021

  And that’s when I know what I want to be. Not the cowboy, flailing all spaghetti in the afternoon sun. But the horse bucking and shaking that small man off his back. My father was out of work again.…

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Contingencies by Susan Perabo

November 12, 2021

  This is what you do if he wakes up sad. This is what you do if he comes home angry. This is what you do if he stops taking his medication. This is what you do if he stays…

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In the Tearoom by Tara Campbell

November 5, 2021

  I followed Horace’s horns as he walked ahead of me into the tearoom. No matter how many times he visited me, I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off the silky brown pelt of his neck, or the gentle…

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Buoyancy by Chloe N. Clark

September 17, 2021

  I carry her in my fingertips when I’m far from home. Feeling the heat of her skin if I press thumb and index finger together hard enough. I can trick myself into her softness if I brush my thumb…

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Crop Maze by Gary Fincke

August 27, 2021

  In late August, his son began to insist aliens lived in the cornfields that stretched west from the outskirts of the town they lived in. Not playacting. Not childlike. They needed, his son solemnly said, to be ready for…

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Babushka by Kristen Loesch

August 13, 2021

  The television gives off a low hum, like a bumblebee. Buzz. Buzz. I make the sound too, hoping she will turn away from the screen, but tonight my granddaughter is entranced by the grainy sight of hundreds, thousands of…

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I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream by Chelsea Stickle

July 23, 2021

  There is a town at the edge of things where women hold in their screams. They die young: high blood pressure, heart attacks, strokes, cancer. The girls watch their mothers and grandmothers and aunts play Ring Around the Rosie,…

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