The Ten-a-Penny Parable – by Matt Hollingsworth

Alright, so we’re in a city, you all with me so far? So in this city there’s this man; we’ll call him Person A and Person A has ten million dollars in a briefcase. Don’t ask why he has so much money or why he’s choosing to carry it around with him. Anyway, we’ve got Person A with his wad of cash and he’s walking … Continue reading The Ten-a-Penny Parable – by Matt Hollingsworth

Jinapher J. Hoffman – Somewhere Else, Anywhere Else

I reach up, stick my tongue out. Momma sings to Little Brother in the nursery. My toy is on the top shelf. I have to climb to get it. Dad’s downstairs. He bellows out bad words. Baseball is on. I brace myself on top of his dresser. Momma stops singing. Dad stops shouting. The house is quiet enough that I have to wait. The toy … Continue reading Jinapher J. Hoffman – Somewhere Else, Anywhere Else

Jono Naito – Position

I suspected my music tutors were psychiatrists in disguise. It was all in code, Mrs. Osborne’s idea. They told me, “Second position.” “Elbow up.” “Slide to extended fourth.” The cello’s neck choked me; I never held it right. The Tuesday tutor would twist me like armature wire, and I would stifle discomfort. Their corrections meant other things, that my manners were out of place, that … Continue reading Jono Naito – Position

What? – by Doug Hawley

Duke started hallucinating about a month before seeing a psychiatrist. At 7pm someone, perhaps himself, went flying off a cliff on a horse, but never landing. That was just the beginning. From that day on, each evening at the same time, he would experience what appeared to be a dream overlaying his reality. The next night while talking to his wife Sally, he suddenly saw … Continue reading What? – by Doug Hawley

A Poet’s Five Stages of Grief – by Shari Crane

Denial: Receive an email from the “Annual Ipecac Writing Competition.” Excitedly open the email. Entertain thoughts of winning. You sent them a good piece; it was revised more often than a realtor’s face. Imagine a publishing deal. Imagine handing in your two-week notice. Feel relieved about the prospect of never again staring (while trying not to stare) at that mole with two black hairs when … Continue reading A Poet’s Five Stages of Grief – by Shari Crane

The Pond Heron – by Chella Coutington

I can’t think of my cousin without seeing the Chinese Pond Heron. Its yellow bill tipped in black. During mating season gray feathers flecked with white turn red. Low-lying, he wades in brackish water, spears a glossy frog. Cracks him in half before swallowing. One leg tucked under his body, he holds position. Behind a break of water palms, silt seeping through the hole in … Continue reading The Pond Heron – by Chella Coutington