
Being the Company–Georgianna Marie
Essay: “How do you feel about your wife’s job?” This question changed my life. It was early 2010 and I’d owned my own small corporate training consulting firm for nearly

The Red House–Karen Keltz
Don’t ask me the name of our street some tree name—alder, aspen, oak? The FFA barn across the street spewed boys beating their cattle to make them mind. My father

Scarlet Fever–Ellis Conklin
Fiction The fever raged. Her thoughts ran wild, as did her dreams. When the DC-10 began to twitch like a convict strapped to an electric chair, Scarlet Diggs began to

Mutability–Isa de Quesada
Poetry: Autumn moves into winter with a clear intent to let go. Winter has no problem waiting in silence – Its icy grasp gathers around trunks freezing roots and blackening

Deeper Scars–Georgianna Marie
Memoir: Blood gushed between my bony fingers and down the back of my arm. I grabbed my chin, beads of scarlet dripping off my elbow onto the dirty linoleum floor

Book Weirdness–Kathie Hightower
Fiction: “Why can’t we be like normal people?” I hated the whine in my voice. Mom just stood there. Did that one eyebrow up thing that I couldn’t master no

Racy Red Ridge–Kelly Jacobsen
Poetry: Silky smooth Slipping slowly Covertly covering Scar tissue hot red On delicate alabaster skin blood against snow Fiery crimson lingerie Definitely deceptive Rough ridges rise Revealing the ruse No

Life and Death–Georgianna Marie
Memoir: My son took his first breath. “It’s a boy!” the doctor and nurses shouted, laughing and smiling. They handed his premature, wriggling body to me. “Hello there,” I said,

Blood Red–Jennifer Nightingale
Poetry: They waited in line at the Dollar Store He bought a red balloon made of mylar. It was blood red and shiny, filled it with helium and tied it

Ode to My Husband’s Hearing Aids–Claire Weiner
Poetry: Sorcerer of sound, Eros whose arrow points directly into my beloved’s ears, I adore you. Minuscule, featherweight, miracle! You rest so lightly on the flesh of ear canals, transmit sound