HOWIE GOOD: the art of living courageously under imaginary circumstances

Flash Fiction by Howie Good                                                   Yes, Dr. No I’m told to go sit in the waiting area while “the laser heats up,” and for an instant, I’m not at the clinic or some anxious old man unable to see out of his left eye, but with Sean Connery/James Bond in Dr. No, the scene whereContinue reading “HOWIE GOOD: the art of living courageously under imaginary circumstances”

DANIEL JOSEPH: Warm Tuesdays in May

Flash Fiction by Daniel Joseph                                           Warm Tuesdays in May  But if not for her ex’s mama, no one would take her to the zoo on warm Tuesdays in May to sit on the bench and drink rosé from paper coffee cups and catcall the faux-free and train-rattling peacocks; no one would stroke the lovebirdsContinue reading “DANIEL JOSEPH: Warm Tuesdays in May”

KEVIN BRENNAN: Walks To Flames, All Around

Flash Fiction by Kevin Brennan                                                   Destroy All Joshes! She’d been hurt and hurt bad by a Josh, and a beautiful, soul-draped Josh he was, so it came as a total surprise and destroyed her like an asteroid crashing down. She knows it isn’t right, but now she can’t give any Josh the time ofContinue reading “KEVIN BRENNAN: Walks To Flames, All Around”

PETER CHERCHES: Who’ll feed the pigeons now

Peter Cherches                                                   On the Boardwalk I took the subway to Brighton Beach, to take a walk along the boardwalk. I love strolling with an ocean view, yet I do it in Brooklyn so infrequently, I don’t know why since it’s only about a twenty-minute ride away. I think this was the first time inContinue reading “PETER CHERCHES: Who’ll feed the pigeons now”


Flash Fiction by Tania Hershman                                                            Into the Cave We went into the cave because the world was noisy, oh so noisy. We said to each other, Let’s slip in here, and we slipped in there and made it ours. We made it home, we made it everything we needed, and we only needed ourselves.Continue reading “TANIA HERSHMAN: Into the Cave”

NATASHA TRETHEWEY: at the Intersection of the Personal and Political

Dateline Huntington LI NY, May 21, 2022 — The year is 2022. The age of the Internet, a world in the grip of a pandemic of world-wide proportions, and a nation profoundly divided by its politics. An age in which individuals stand uneasily at the intersection of their personal lives and the shifting and oftenContinue reading “NATASHA TRETHEWEY: at the Intersection of the Personal and Political”

GARY FINCKE: I was posted like a crate of nails

Flash Fiction by Gary Fincke                               Where Boys Waited for His Daughter Just inside the front door, standing mute and still and looking anywhere but at his face. On the porch, like a delivery boy, like what he was carrying was light but awkward. In his driveway, inside a car, the window rolled down, theContinue reading “GARY FINCKE: I was posted like a crate of nails”

TIM TOMLINSON: How she explained the necklace

Flash Fiction by Tim Tomlinson                                                             Parentheticals VI Bicentennial Greenwich Avenue, between 12th and Jane. The Bicentennial. Sailors in magnesium white uniforms, laughing, drinking. The flat white caps. Women follow them, and some men—it’s Greenwich Avenue. The boys don’t judge, they observe. They’re outsiders, visitors from Long Island suburbs, which is the same as saying Kansas,Continue reading “TIM TOMLINSON: How she explained the necklace”

JEFF FRIEDMAN: Living With A Monster

Flash Fiction by JEFF FRIEDMAN                                                             Living with a Monster “I’m a monster,” Wilhemina says, standing in the glare of the kitchen lights. She has claws that resemble small paring knives and wings that surround her like a luxuriant fur coat. She may be a monster, but she is very beautiful, her face hard likeContinue reading “JEFF FRIEDMAN: Living With A Monster”

ALIKI BARNSTONE: Calculated Risk

Creative Non-Fiction by Aliki Barnstone                                                             Calculated Risk When my husband and I were teenagers, we were in the same friend group. Now we’ve reconnected four decades later. “Rekindling” the AARP calls it. We’re on the i70 and Craig is driving fast, dreaming up things we can do together. “Do you want to go skydiving?”Continue reading “ALIKI BARNSTONE: Calculated Risk”


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