Prose & Cons

By Mac Snead The tree carried him, its branches extending for his fingers to grip. He climbed like a child lifted onto a father’s shoulders.…

By Elizabeth Mabee Stillness it appears, calm before the eruption. Puddle filled with water and darkness, trouble lurking in the depths. A wispy droplet beckons,…

By Kate Schulman I’ll let you in on a little secret –– the Bruno family does a good funeral. We invite everyone into the home,…

By Marissa Booker I was a good ole fashioned swinger, named for tossin’ those pretty ladies ‘round the dance floor, toss ‘em I did. their…

By Amanda Livingston Hi, I’m Taylor. Yes. Yes, I would love to! Yes, I can hang out Saturday night! I love horror movies. I’m free…

by Gillian Wenzel Poetry is a train Gathering from the ghettos The gangs the prisons and the households of xanax Stuck in the quicksand, the…

By Samantha Brodsky I’ve been told I resemble my Grandma Norma, her dark, fierce eyes the shape of fat almonds, her oval face thin and…

By Jodi Silberstein It’s a room down the stairs and second door on the left. People set up chairs while the smell of coffee swirls…

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said sucking in a breath, lips quivering as though he was sipping on the frosty night air that…

She sat down on the bench in the subway station and rubbed at her calves. Traveling to the city had made her exhausted, and the…