It’s not that I don’t like the kids just that I crave respite from the clutter and crash of toy tractors and trains, trucks shunting from one junction of the sitting-room to […]
S&R Fiction: "The Customer is Always Right," by Dave M. Osmundsen
Keith Hurgess’ consistent punctuality was the sole reason he hadn’t been fired from his job as cashier at Billy’s Place. He parked his car in the Billy’s Place parking lot at 11:53 […]
S&R Fiction: "The Long Road Ahead," by Mark Sumioka
The heat continued. With it came horrendous Santa Ana winds and subsequent allergic reactions. In order to steer clear I would have to stay inside with windows and doors shut. But it […]
S&R Poetry: "Invitation to the Muse," by Savannah Thorne
Come with me. Through crazed, Embroidered webbing of night, come. Without your aid I am useless. I need To gallop past lips red and hungry, dripping potions. I move in shame and […]
S&R Fiction: "The Electric Stairs" by Gary Marmorstein
THE ELECTRIC STAIRS Gary Marmorstein While Ed Ritter was on the land line with the manager of Mobility Lift and Elevator, he had to keep a finger in his other ear so […]
S&R Fiction: "My First Week of College," by Jessica Dainty Johns
I still can’t believe I got a dude with a harelip for a roommate. And his name is Roger. Fucking Roger. I walk in and he’s already claimed the top bunk, his […]
S&R Fiction: "Peripheral Adventure," by Ben Leib
The bar was overcrowded, and a thick mist of human perspiration hung limply in stale air. There were a couple of thrash bands playing that night, and I’d gone with a handful […]
S&R Fiction: "Standby," by Alex Clermont
A busted alarm clock, a major accident on the highway, and a slow eighty-something taxi driver all worked against me this morning. Together they made me miss my flight by thirty minutes; […]
S&R Poetry: Two Poems, by Luke Powers
Painting on Papyrus The blue feathered ibis is a symbol of immortality; the crescent-shaped lotus flowers, symbols of immortality; even the goggle-eyed asp who sheds his skin, symbol of immortality.
S&R Fiction: "Theodore Roosevelt's Eyebrows," by Teresa Milbrodt
To live in North Dakota you must like driving. You must value a landscape where there is never much between you and the horizon. The four of us grew up here so […]
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