Fiction

Nightstand by James Magruder "How soon can you be out of here?” Asked Louis, my husband of two years. I had come home to Philadelphia from a...

The Pond by John Whittier Treat Alan died on a hot day, but it had been hot all summer. Steve wasn’t there when the long fart...

The Inanimate Me There’s only one rotten apple in this hospital, an old-school homophobic male nurse who’s pheromonic orchestration of testosterone is thwarted by the...

Hummingbird Pays a Visit to Jamie’s Grave by Ephraim de Francisco Solanas I was certain that storing Jamie’s ashes on a bookshelf in the bedroom was...

The Love Whisperer by Raymond Luczak People say that I’m a love whisperer. I don’t see myself quite that way at all. I’m a beautician with...

Drinking You In by Chip Livingston Peter hopped into his VW Rabbit and popped the hood. Inhaling the heavy aroma of cedar in the ashtray still...

Albert's Prayer by Marie Esposito Albert wore a silver cross in his left ear. It dangled like a hanged man. A new Eartha Kitt song, “Where...

Almost in homage to Yasunari Kawabata by John Whittier Treat This was a good year for the wild blackberries. Autumn along the bottom edge of Puget Sound...

Winner of the Christopher Hewitt Award 2015: Fiction Drowned River by Dale Corvino “Good morning, papi, happy Friday,” I greet the bakery owner, a big, hairy Syrian,...

Editor's note: Originally featured in the September/October 1995 issue of A&U.   Ribbons by Jameson Currier For years Janet had trained to be an actress, taken classes in...