Fiction

The Ouija Board Inspector

On that cursed day when we ruined Wallace Cotts, the Ouija board inspector, we’d gathered near the sanding station to watch him press his ear to the glossy box ...

Refinery Lights

The refineries at night look like a sprawling space station repair base, flares aglow against a dark sky full of choked out stars, tanks full of liquids I can n...

Another Landmass

He will not be talking about Barentsburg, tonight. He, William Edwards, Emeritus Professor, frequent guest lecturer on Arctic cruises, will talk about much to d...

Kettle Pond

The bubbles surfaced before the bus arrived every morning. Marissa stood by the kettle pond, peering into the leaf-choked water. A pitch pine had snapped halfwa...

Only in Public

A man died here two weeks ago. He ran into the coffee shop, looking for whatever passed as sanctuary. But his murderer didn’t care about the well-lit space, the...

The Hug

Wheeling Mama into the gym is when it catches me, all the anxiety. When Coach first made the suggestion, I couldn’t be anxious because her idea was sweet. My mo...

The Great Bear

In the far tail of the galaxy spiral, on the third planet in the solar system, there is a strange land called Ohio. Once, large predator animals lived there. Fi...

Salt Water

Meredith’s belly rises, swollen and spherical, from the bubbles. She watches the suds slide away from her navel and waits until something moves beneath her skin...

Americone Dream

I’m about to climb up into the goddamn freezer when a guy in a faded suit jacket leans over and grabs the last tub of Americone Dream from the top shelf. The fr...