One at a time the server at the Hookah Lounge placed three smoldering charcoals on top of the perforated foil that covered the bowl of the water pipe which was filled with […]
S&R Fiction: “Out in the Far Hills,” by Thomas Healy
S&R Fiction: “House With a Black Door,” by Nicholas Wisseman
At first, I thought Dan’s death would blow through the house like a storm: a day’s worth of rage and tears—two at most—and then the grief would be gone. Lots of things […]
S&R Fiction: “A Rough Translation,” by Norman Waksler
Mr. Massicot was not pleased when they tore down the old woodshop next door, even though it had been unoccupied the last four years. The woodshop stood, had stood, on a double […]
S&R Poetry: Two poems by Colin Dodds
Our Ineluctable Deal Men fear for the cook in the kitchen, with her pint glasses of vodka. “She’s really needy tonight,” says the man to my left. “You know, we all have […]
S&R Fiction: “The Treehouse,” by Aimee Stahlberg
I was nine the first time Tommy gave me butterflies. Mother had just made welts so big on my sister Jackie’s and my behinds that I thought neither of us would be […]
S&R Nonfiction: “The Nobodies,” by Jennifer Pocock
Girls from the church youth group I led were taken from their home by Child Protective Services with a police escort, their step father yelling and threatening violence. They called a few […]
S&R Fiction: “Lord and Taylor,” by Gary Marmorstein
“Chanel Number Five?” said Jerry. He and his brother, David, had entered the store at Fifth Avenue and were making their way toward the center of the ground floor. They had expected […]
S&R Nonfiction: “Saturdays in Kid Heaven,” by Allen Long
About 7 a.m. on a warm Saturday morning in July, 1990, I slipped out of my bedroom and into the hall, relieved I hadn’t woken my wife, Linda. I knew she’d rise […]
S&R Fiction: “To Each His Own,” by Mark Sumioka
What I liked about the very early morning, during the gray misty fog, was the fragility of the newborn day. There was daintiness in the air. I stepped over the moist welcome […]
S&R Fiction: “Polished,” by Teresa Milbrodt
“Don’t do anything until you hear from me,” Jeremy says, kissing me hard on the lips before he gets on the bus. There are two hundred bottles of very expensive nail polish […]
