Recipes

BY Maxine Lewis

I have not finished sorting the recipes. There are literally thousands of them. As her memory became less sharp she no longer picked out good recipes with a discerning eye. Instead, she indiscriminately saved every recipe she came across. It was as if by losing herself in that old familiar action, she could somehow be back in the day when she would actually use them.

Roxanne

BY Ryan Clowe

A woman stands at a gas pump outside Circle K, fueling her black hatchback. I am drawn to her pink zip-up jacket, a bright fashion statement against the dreariness of…

Three poems

BY Molly Clarke

Uncle                                                                                                                   My uncle slumps against the doorframe, his cigarette a sixth finger. He is a night of amber whiskey and…

Tryouts

BY Terry Doyle

Jason swings his Jeep between two mounds of dirty ice that flank the end of Christine’s driveway, and takes a deep breath before going to the door. He’d waited in…

Inis Oírr iii

BY Heather Nolan

when the ferry gets in island folks line up along the dock offering tours in the family car faces eroded by the rain. horses wait hitched to carriages. every hour…