Zedlist – Part Twenty
“I think we need to talk, Charles.” Valerie said, getting up from her seat by the window, she gave her husband a look that Kevin couldn’t quite decipher. Kevin was left sitting on the...
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The Human Comedy: Snow Day
Short Satire The boy grabbed his sled. The blizzard was coming. He writhed into his Long Johns. He wriggled into his snowpants. He was so excited, he put his ski goggles on upside down....
My Cat, Therefore
My cat can cook. I know this ’cause she drops food into her water bowl. Even she can’t stand the taste of boredom. It makes me more sympathetic toward alcoholics and people hooked on...
Unexpected Feast
Haibun Poems All thirty of us sit at folding tables covered in plastic in Oscar’s hot, unfinished basement. Pipes emerge from the boiler in the back corner. One of them runs the length...
The Human Comedy: Je Suis Claude
Short Story Claude walked along the banks of the Siene. His breath clouded in front of his face, ghosts in the early twilight. His gloved hands gripped the banister. His eyes found Notre Dame,...
The Red Butterfly, Part Nineteen – Time To Go Home
A few years later, after I joined the army and had gone to Vietnam a boy and then returned home a broken man, I made a trip to Lake Michigan. Jim T. had been...
When It’s Done
What’s in that place beyond the pines? The dark recesses and cragged peaks Valleys that swirl with sumptuous lavenders and honeyed golds Caverns enswirled by misty hues of turquoise deep The fronds that billow...
The Color of Ash
One day your heart will turn brittle. It will crack open and every love letter you composed in your mind, but never sent, every song you hummed to yourself while you fell into your...
Abandonment – Part Two
A soft, stale pocket of perfectly-conditioned air greeted Nathan’s poorly-shaven face as he leaned on the cold doors of the Brower County Mall, relying entirely on the weight of his body to conjure the...
Tasting Wine
When getting wasted tasting wine, you’re clearly never wasting time. Choose to spit and waste it, fine; as long as you’re not tasting mine. more by LUCAS HOWARD Photograph by Emanuel Feruzi
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part One: The Baker 29
Serial Fiction Novel The journey back was quiet. The Baker was busy thinking how he was going to reencounter his family and wife to be. From the capital of Andorra on they had a...
When I Think of You
When I think of you, I see the stars You touched my heart so much it sparkles. Who am I, that I was given this light? Starting this day with new intentions, Until the...
