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Beacon

Kathleen Parks

The phone buzzed, and Kitty looked down at it vibrating on her thigh. While sitting in her family’s living room an incoming message on her rickety old cellphone read, “Hey! My friend, Travis, and I are going to drive over…

In Which the Time Passes

Alexandra Groff

An old man sat in his rocking chair, his face stuck in an uncomfortable looking frown. He pushed his slipper-covered feet against the hardwood floor, occasionally slipping, but he paid no attention to it as the crick and creek of…

Childhood

Andrew Choi

They say that when a person dies, his life flashes before his eyes. Well, my life hasn’t flashed before my eyes. I’m not dead yet. I’m trying to think of all the possible reasons why this could or would have…

Friction

Lacey Daley

I dance with people who are older than me. Someone told me years ago never to try it, but here I am, cooped up in ballrooms and dance clubs cavorting with people often three times my age. I can’t stop.…

loose strife

Amy Quan Barry

Amy Quan Barry        Embarassingly it was just outside the tunnels. / One American dollar bought you one bullet. / Consequently I did it because I could. / A few hundred miles west in Cambodia / ...

Occupations

Brian Burt

There’s an old high school buddy of mine / who liked to sketch dead things and who / when his dad lost the farm—all the land, / ...

What I Was Trying to Say Was

Brian Burt

Gloveless hands searching pockets of a wool overcoat on the way to meeting. / Next to a church, a puddle reflecting angels upside down. / ...

Elegy for Our Dog

Amy M. Clark

This morning on waking / you and I were rolled to opposite / edges of our bed, as if trailing our hands / in the waters of two different oceans. / ...

Surf Lesson

Amy M. Clark

“Welcome to my living room,” / he said as she climbed into the cab / of his red Chevy. It was big enough / to remove her pants in, but at the beach / ...