Almost: Fiction by John Whittier Treat

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...

Meet Clay Brown: Fiction by Christina Renee Milliner

Meet Clay Brown by Christina Renee Milliner “My name is Clay Brown, I’m 19, and I was born with HIV.” Four sets of questioning eyes glared at...

As If: Fiction by Norman Belanger

What time is it?” He sighs, drowsy from a day at the beach. I move over so he can put down his bag. “The clock...

Poz: Fiction by Norman Belanger

Poz by Norman Belanger Carey calls me. Since the latest outbreak, and self-quarantine, he now uses the phone to talk. We have conversations on the phone,...

The Line: Fiction by Philip Dean Walker

The Line by Philip Dean Walker Michael sits alone in the front row of the balcony at the empty Shubert Theatre looking down at the line....

Russell: Fiction by Geer Austin

Russell by Geer Austin When Russell Glickman died, sometime in the mid-eighties, he and I were completely out of touch. I’d seen him once or twice...

Drinking You In: Fiction by Chip Livingston

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...

The Unseen: A Short Story Excerpt by Joseph Jess Rey

The Unseen (a short story excerpt) by Joseph Jess Rey Los Angeles, January 1988 The deaths began at the start of the decade. Five gay men were...

The Love Whisperer: Fiction by Raymond Luczak

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...

Good Humor: Fiction by John Whittier Treat

Good Humor by John Whittier Treat Michael remembered watching his mother Betty from a distance, as if she wasn’t his mother at all but somehow a...

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