Fiction & Poetry

The Shuffle Inn

Imagine my surprise that New Year’s Eve when my father stepped up to the mike to sing.  He opened with his favorite, “You’re Nobody ‘til Somebody Loves You,” accompanying himself with two swizzle sticks beating against the mike stem, and even doing that imitation of a trombone break I have always found so weak, so silly. 

Let There Be Light

By Artemis Boyard Timelessness is An infinite collection Of glass slides, Each representing an infinitesimalmoment In…

Chemistry

In the distance, small islands seemed clumps of blue-gray clay in the mist that ran…