Fiction: Man Falls From Crane by Jon Strickland
Each day at my window I notice new things about the glass and concrete as the towers rise across Seattle.
Each day at my window I notice new things about the glass and concrete as the towers rise across Seattle.
May’s fiction editor is Julieanne Larick!
The teacher cuts out the shape in thick white poster-board.
The good things Jane knew were things you were supposed to keep safe to yourself.
If I lean my head close to that tree, I hear voices.
Trina missed what her life was supposed to be at forty-something, well fifty-one.
August 5 is my Kit Birthday, the day I turn 17 years, 10 months, and five days. After that, I will no longer have an older brother.
Girlie Girl reminded Judy of a cupcake.
If she went back now, she could slip into bed, and he would never notice she had left.
my son is teaching a cat to play a tiny toy piano.