Multiple Choice A novel/short story/ poem are lost in a library. A student/scholar/amateur rescues them and checks them out, but will not share with her classmates/professors/ habitués of coffee shops. They upend/shake out /Heimlich her newfound knowledge from her, but find she has already eaten/swallowed/assimilated it. The knowledge is her, she is the knowledge. TheyContinue reading “Multiple Choice. fiction by Cheryl Snell”
Category Archives: Fiction
There’s Something I’ve Been Meaning to Say To You. fiction by Danila Botha
There’s Something I’ve Been Meaning to Say To You “I just laughed, what else could I do? And her friend chimed in singing get a clue/ Get a life, put it in your song/ There’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you…” ~Brendan Benson, Metarie I wrote my first message and displayedContinue reading “There’s Something I’ve Been Meaning to Say To You. fiction by Danila Botha”
That’s My Baby in the Echo Chamber. fiction by Dave Nash
That’s My Baby in the Echo Chamber No. We didn’t pay extra so he could yell the whole plane ride down from Newark to Orlando. We never ceased to be horrified and embarrassed and concerned for him. Since you don’t want to believe me, I’ll tell you a corroborating story. I was walking him yesterdayContinue reading “That’s My Baby in the Echo Chamber. fiction by Dave Nash”
Literary Spotlight. Gail Anderson Dargatz in conversation with Sue Burge
For this issue I am delighted to meet Canadian writer Gail Anderson-Dargatz. I’m not sure if there is a genre she hasn’t written in! Gail, you are an extremely successful and experienced writer, working across most genres: poetry, short stories, novels and YA fiction. Within these genres you tackle everything from thrillers to historical dramas,Continue reading “Literary Spotlight. Gail Anderson Dargatz in conversation with Sue Burge”
Sweating and Reading. an essay of books by Gordon Phinn
Books Referenced: Into the Soul of the World, Brad Wetzler (Hachette Books 2023)The Man Who Hacked the World, Alex Cody Foster (Turner Publishing 2022)Still Pictures, Janet Malcolm (Farrar, Straus & Giroux 2023)Ghosts of the Orphanage, Christine Keneally (Public Affairs 2023)We Were Once a Family, Roxanna Asgarian (Farrar, Straus & Giroux 2023)Just Once, No More, CharlesContinue reading “Sweating and Reading. an essay of books by Gordon Phinn”
The Bell War. fiction by D-L Nelson
THE BELL WAR TWO SCREECHING CATS slice the late morning silence. They circle each other, backs hunched. Chickens scatter to safer pecking grounds. A priest approaches. Sunlight on his black robe bastes his body. His sandaled feet kick up dust as he rushes past the beige stucco house with faded blue wooden shutters. They open.Continue reading “The Bell War. fiction by D-L Nelson”
The Last First Friday. fiction by William Baker
The Last First Friday Brandt Colson watches his frenetic daughter as she flits around the room in her usual style. She is talking about ten different things at once, fussing over details and generally majoring in the minor. Brandt notices the bored and frowning, mostly grown grandson as he leans against the wall at theContinue reading “The Last First Friday. fiction by William Baker”
The Chair. fiction by Rick Gillis
The Chair Farley Creighton had been working far too hard. Tax accounting could be a real bitch in April. While most people welcome spring with open arms and a certain sense of renewal, not so with Farley. It was the time of year when he could expect clients like Mike Marashenko, who ran his ownContinue reading “The Chair. fiction by Rick Gillis”
A Poet’s Widow Writes to Her Late Husband. fiction by Irena Karafilly
A Poet’s Widow Writes to Her Late Husband What I remember most vividly is the scent of dying chrysanthemums. It was Labour Day weekend. We sat together on the sundeck steps, in that nameless season between seasons, breathing in the piercing smells of rain-soaked earth and stunted vegetation. After a while, a beautiful grey catContinue reading “A Poet’s Widow Writes to Her Late Husband. fiction by Irena Karafilly”
Morning Star. fiction by Chantel Lavoie
Morning Star Caked in rich mud, it lies in the husband’s gloved hand, plucked from the garden with an accidental carrot and a deliberate handful of weeds. It smells green. He hoses it off at the side of the house and carries it into the kitchen. He hands it to her, her own hand comingContinue reading “Morning Star. fiction by Chantel Lavoie”
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