Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch

The crunching of leaves underfoot was one of Josiah’s favorite sounds. Along with the bird calls and the wind blowing through the trees, the sound meant he was where he wished he could spend all his time—the woods. He felt most at peace when he was walking under the trees. Peace was what he wanted…

Microwork – Less is More

“Less is more,” said the eagle, sky high. A bellyful of food grazed below, Pinsized. He dropped. It grew fat, then disappeared. Kerry Kidd is a keen walker, reader and traveller. She finds micropoems are a delicate verbal photograph with which to capture life’s changing perspectives.

Issue 13.3 – Nonfiction

“Are you sure they’re not here in your room?” I called at a mock-whisper. “I’m sure!” Marvin followed me into the room, the door creaking behind him. “It’ll be a big wad. It’s a lot of keys. I looked in every drawer, but maybe your eyes are better.” He stood over me, absentmindedly wringing his…

Issue 13.3 – Fiction

The woman was a mother, daughter, wife, a small-business owner, a fashion designer, a social maven, daughter-in-law, friend, employer, dog mother. She was also a part-time bougainvillea tree which bloomed fuchsia and vermillion and white. **  The only person in the world who knew her secret was the gardener. There was little point in hiding…

Issue 13.3 – Poetry

How I wished to be his cat. I would purr against him, he would pet me He would give me food and water. I would come to him when he was naked on his bed And rub my fur against his belly He would keep me in the house with him He wouldn’t blame me…

Serials – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 8

Brady’s truck tires screeched as he took the corner into his sister’s subdivision a little too fast. He wasn’t sure why he was so angry. He had no idea if Lexi’s crazy questions had any root in reality, but the uneasiness in his gut made him feel sick. He had learned over the years that,…

Issue 13.2 – Nonfiction

As I stared at the dark gray wall before me, I imagined this home’s listing Realtor standing here with his clients, watching their confused expressions as they considered the riddle I now pondered. He’d know exactly what they were going to say—the same thing everyone who looked at this house must say. “Why did they…

Issue 13.2 – Fiction

Holly was taking her work home with her. She had been for a while. It wasn’t much at first, not as it was now. It came on with a subtlety, gentle as late summer turning to early autumn. Nothing in particular announced it, nothing triggered it as far as she could tell. It was a…

Issue 13.2 – Poetry

Pulling into the driveway, memories make me gasp for air. Can anyone know the love that happened here?   The maple tree out front where I discovered how to make noses out of its seedlings, and felt carefree enough to jump in its leaves, stands exquisitely rigid demonstrating its stability. Its branches reaching for the…

Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 7

There was an almost hypnotic quality to painting. Lexi pushed the roller up and down the wall, rolled more paint onto it, moved over a few inches, and did it all again. The repetition was mind-numbing, which was exactly what she appreciated about it. Her mind was numb, but the muscle in her forearm was…