Category Archives: Issue One | Summer 2012

Cooperation | R.D. Long

I am brushing my teeth—water running, bathroom door closed—so I do not hear the first knocks. When the pounding becomes loud enough to echo up the stairs, I turn off the faucet.

Cooperation | R.D. Long

I am brushing my teeth—water running, bathroom door closed—so I do not hear the first knocks. When the pounding becomes loud enough to echo up the stairs, I turn off the faucet.

Bird in a Suit | Sarah Fonesca

The quail flitted around the wire cage, chortling, talons latching to the sides of their home. Their poo covered the newsprint faces of Podunk county commissioners that lined the bottom.

Bird in a Suit | Sarah Fonesca

The quail flitted around the wire cage, chortling, talons latching to the sides of their home. Their poo covered the newsprint faces of Podunk county commissioners that lined the bottom.

V70 Volvo | Linda Heartlein

New car, 1997. Mom’s unscratched navy blue. Me? I’m eight and delighted the old red jalopy no longer exists. Sick of the ice cream cone wrappers littering that floor.

V70 Volvo | Linda Heartlein

New car, 1997. Mom’s unscratched navy blue. Me? I’m eight and delighted the old red jalopy no longer exists. Sick of the ice cream cone wrappers littering that floor.

Different Worlds | Joseph Carney

The week brings the simplest and strangest of circumstances. For once I look at my surroundings, and they are as new as the day is long. Going out with friend Kelly, getting drunk in the night, dancing awkwardly, losing my feet, strappings of conversations that don’t really prove any points (oil pipeline politics and the inner conspiracy workings of the Nazis) and then a spur-of-the-moment-friend’s house, a climber.

Different Worlds | Joseph Carney

The week brings the simplest and strangest of circumstances. For once I look at my surroundings, and they are as new as the day is long. Going out with friend Kelly, getting drunk in the night, dancing awkwardly, losing my feet, strappings of conversations that don’t really prove any points (oil pipeline politics and the inner conspiracy workings of the Nazis) and then a spur-of-the-moment-friend’s house, a climber.

Ground, in Water | Kate Gillespie

A late summer hurricane was coming in, making its way slowly up the shore. I could feel the air moisten and sodden, hours before the thunder erupts. Another clue is the wind being sucked out slowly and steadily, its departure pushing down the tops of the trees in an easterly direction.

Ground, in Water | Kate Gillespie

A late summer hurricane was coming in, making its way slowly up the shore. I could feel the air moisten and sodden, hours before the thunder erupts. Another clue is the wind being sucked out slowly and steadily, its departure pushing down the tops of the trees in an easterly direction.

Green Land of Light and Shadow | Richard Ballon

Billy, that green summer when the twilight swept the herd of deer onto the lawn, the roses had climbed the trees to watch, and hung like red beads in the larch.

Green Land of Light and Shadow | Richard Ballon

Billy, that green summer when the twilight swept the herd of deer onto the lawn, the roses had climbed the trees to watch, and hung like red beads in the larch.

Magic | Bailey Shoemaker Richards

“Want to see a magic trick?” he says, holding out a deck of cards. His eyes are gray and blue, translucent specks of mica. Bubby is close to tears, distracting himself with card tricks.

Magic | Bailey Shoemaker Richards

“Want to see a magic trick?” he says, holding out a deck of cards. His eyes are gray and blue, translucent specks of mica. Bubby is close to tears, distracting himself with card tricks.

Stages of Visibility | Elliott DeLine

We were getting to know one another. I dread these classroom activities, but this one seemed to be going well. This round, we were to tell a story of a journey we went on with someone we loved. I stalled and let Gina, the girl I was partnered with, go first.

Stages of Visibility | Elliott DeLine

We were getting to know one another. I dread these classroom activities, but this one seemed to be going well. This round, we were to tell a story of a journey we went on with someone we loved. I stalled and let Gina, the girl I was partnered with, go first.