The Lion Boy

Chris Stites

It’s not easy balancing school with drinking binges that last for days. I struggle to remember things and often feel sick. My black cat, Daisy, sits and stares out the window. I try to drink myself into breaking it. But…

Three Words

James Sanderson

Inside Howard’s wool coat pocket was a letter. The letter started and ended with the same three words. The three words became a mantra to Howard, one he would repeat while he looked at his haggard face in the mirror…

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…

Photos from Celtic FUSION – Am Fuaran

A Celebration of the Music of Scotland

Tuesday, April 15, 2014 Red Room @ Cafe 939 Artists: -Jenna Moynihan & Mairi Chaimbeul -Hanneke Cassel & Christopher Lewis -Mark Simos -Eamon Sefton & Elias Alexander and more Elias Alexander Kathleen Park Eamon Sefton Elias Alexander Christopher Lewis Hanneke…

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. / ...