In the end, silence reigned. It settled over dry fields and skeletons—trees black obelisks in risen waters. Finally, children…
From Gagarin, by Louis Armand
The Orbital continues like this, night after night. Slant of cosmic rain slashing the blacktop. Dopplered taillights receding. Not alone…
(Our Real Limbs), by Harold Abramowitz
(31) Then we were waiting for that last second, I thought. It was a good day. There were good…
An Oblation, by Tobias Carroll
No surprise Trina had spent half her inheritance on something abandoned. Years before, she’d exchanged chains of emails with…
Lunagrad, by Andrew Joron
Blenk, more and more troubled by the phrases appearing on his writing pad, went to the window, pulled back the…
A Way to Go, by Roberta Allen
I see my sister, Eugenie. She’s just a child. I’m a child too, three years older. We’re escaping Poland.…
Words, Words, Words, in Other Words, by Karen Heuler
He captured the first word in a hot viscous jam, and picked up another word on the way to…
The County Coroner, by Sarah Blackman
Dr. Hoff says: Daddy was a country doctor. In suspenders. Making house calls. He specialized in children, but was…