We stood in an open field, Pa and I, with a barley crop waving before us in the light spring breeze. There was silence in the vastness of this wide-open place. “This used to be all condos,” Pa said, as he pointed and moved his arm along the horizon. That’s the first time I first […]

A warm June wind came across the big lake, carrying with it the smoke of a farmer’s field burning on the other side and a large, invisible cloud of uncertainty. The wind ruffled the mother ducks on their nests among the rocks and rattled the leaves of the oaks near the shoreline, then it swept […]

It was Saturday afternoon and I was sitting at the edge of the lawn reading my book. It was then  that the neighbor’s cat suddenly gave me an ear-to-ear grin. I am not a “cat person,” the only cats which have garnered any of my attention are Schrödinger’s cat—which is an illustration of a theoretical […]

Staring through a window, I didn’t see my reflection, but instead an image of my corpse. My chest caved in, my lungs sucked dry from misery. I watched my mother weep. She glimpsed at a monitor beside my cadaver, every beep determining my fate. But, I stood in a confining room, observing everything through a […]

"A wild thing shall never be broken" by Paul Alex Gray

This past summer you shot up a foot. Your colors turned from sable to grey and then a half-measure from black. Danny and I marveled and wondered, what had become of our little silver son? That fluffy beast we had plucked from the woods. When you were little, you used to curl up in the […]

Chalina had hair like the night wind, and skin like honey. Her eyes were like stars fallen from a sultry night. But the story begins with her mother. Everyone talked about her mother even before she was pregnant with Chalina. Because Chalina’s mother was a witch. Before Chalina was born, she used to visit her […]

“How do you pick your victims?” I asked. The old man grunted and poked at the fire with his cane. Despite the suffocating August heat of the city, his apartment seemed cold to me. Cold and damp. “Why do you call them victims?” he asked. “You’re taking something from them. Even if they don’t get […]

Diego woke up early Saturday morning. Many of the vaqueros had left the island for the weekend, and the few remaining were sleeping soundly in the darkness. He packed a saddlebag with his blanket, a beautiful embroidered shirt, fancy necktie, polished boots, and a horsehair bracelet he had woven during idle hours in the cookhouse. […]